I know that smells and tastes go hand-in-hand with each other. Perhaps that’s why my favorite smells are things to eat. Lots come to mind, but what sticks out most are my own chicken soups and dishes I like so much, and those sweet apple pies only my grandmother could make. Filling the room with a scent so powerful, it convinced the mind it could taste, from the smells alone.
You know what she liked, though? Those baked chicken thighs I used to make.
What a shame I probably wont be able to experience either anymore. Granny has gone beyond, and as for my baked chicken, it’s a recipe that has escaped my memory.
It’s saddening, but, there isn’t need to worry. I can always try to make my baked chicken in just the same way as before, and perhaps my mom knows Grandma’s recipe.
I know what I’ll have for dinner tonight. What a smell it will be.
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