Then my uncle would give off the smell of freshly baked bread which I love.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Smell is so powerful, you know. My grannies would both bake things like shortbreads and cookies. I think whenever I smell those kinds of things it really takes me back to my childhood.
I grew up to the smell of doughnuts, scones, pies, and bread.
To each other, we were as normal and nice as the smell of bread. We were just a family. In a family even exaggerations make perfect sense.
If I survive, I will spend my whole life at the oven door seeing that no one is denied bread and, so as to give a lesson of charity, especially those who did not bring flour.
The question of bread for myself is a material question, but the question of bread for my neighbor is a spiritual question.
Bread for myself is a material question. Bread for my neighbor is a spiritual one.
We light the oven so that everyone may bake bread in it.
The Lord only knows how many times I let my children go hungry rather than take secretly the bread I liked not to ask for.
My grandmother would start making her meat sauce at 7 in the morning on Sunday, and within five or six hours, that smell would be all through the house.
If your kitchen smells good, your food lost something.