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Snack Smells

Have you noticed that certain food smells take you places? It's amazing how our senses are intertwined. Here's a few of my favorites--list one or two of yours in the comments below.

POPCORN:
initially, it smells like the movies.
But after that, it smells like reading a good book after school.

CINNAMON ROLLS:
initially, they smell like mom's kitchen on a special Sunday evening.
But after that, they smell like walking into the mall and passing Cinnabon and the pedicure place on my way to Bath & Body Works.

CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES:
initially... also mom's kitchen.
But after that, they smell like something to look forward to in Dr. Arnold's office after my braces got tightened.

COFFEE GROUNDS:
Now, I don't drink coffee.
But initially (ALWAYS) they smell like WAKING UP AT A HOTEL IN DISNEYLAND! That's the first place I smelled it (I don't much smell coffee since nobody in my family drinks it).
After that, it smells like the baking isle at Smith's grocery store.

DONUTS:
Initially, Krispy Kreme on a splurge-tastic afternoon.
But after that, the Gummow's front porch on Halloween night, they make them every year.


Comments

  1. Kevin JohnsonMay 21, 2018 at 9:31 PM

    WASSAIL & HONEY BAKED HAM
    The combination of the two are exactly what Christmas smells like to me!

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