
A few months ago, I was in the grocery store with my husband, and I was looking for vanilla flavoring. (As always, checking prices and trying to get the best deal.) :) I don't know if there was a gust of wind or what happened, but suddenly I was overwhelmed with the aroma of the almond, orange, and lemon extracts. Immediately, it was if I was transported back to my childhood, in my mother's kitchen as she baked a pound cake to take to someone. I LOVED that pound cake, but I never realized how much I have missed it since moving away from home--until I was caught off guard with the scent of extracts in the spice aisle of the grocery store. It was all I could do to hold back tears. That night, I called my mom and cried as I told her how much I missed her (2,000 miles away on the east coast) and loved her. When I told her what had sparked this emotional flood, she promised to make me a pound cake when I go home to visit at Christmas this year. Still, I was shocked with how powerful an impact a simple scent in the grocery store (of all places!) had on me.