The timer rang. Natalia opened the oven door and a waft of freshly baked muffins heavy with cinnamon filled the kitchen. She savored the aroma: sweet, spicy and nutty. Cinnamon always made her feel warm and fuzzy, maybe because she always associated it with Christmas. And Aunty.
It was the last batch of muffins to fill the Christmas box for the Johnson’s next door. “Remember to write a personal greeting” Aunty always reminded her. It was Aunty who taught her to bake. Aunty who started the tradition of baking and giving, all those years ago.
“I remember Aunty,” Natalia smiled.
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Wonderful tradition!
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Thank you! I recently discovered your weekly challenge — hope to participate more.
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Smell is definitely the top sense that connects me to a memory. And cinnamon always reminds me of holiday baking with my mother and sister. Great piece.
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Thank you! With Christmas just a few months away, I can’t wait for the familiar scents . . . and tastes!
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I think it’s amazing when a song, a book, or movie reminds us of a person. But the power a scent has is just extraordinary. Loved your nostalgic trip.
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Cinnamon plays a big part in my childhood memories too. My grandmother loved to bake.
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sweet nostalgia 🙂 This was lovely
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Thank you Carrie!
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