OK CTF —–lets go outside and have a race—who beats who wins. I built a model house and was told by the realtor that the easiest way to sell was to put on a pot of coffee and bake an apple pie.
Didn’t sell many houses but I made a damn good living selling apple pie and coffee.
Ancient One, you beat me to Mom’s Apple Pie![:p]
However You didn’t beat me to a leg of Lamb with plenty of fresh garlic roasting [:p][:p]
Salty John—–what is the Sainted father in Guiness for—–quantity ???
There was a “Printer’s Mass” in downtown NY City on Sunday morning —maybe 2 AM also—can’t remember exactly. It was designed for the guys who got the papers on the streets at 6 in the morning. Only problem —with all the guys going to Mass on their way home after a night on the town it often smelled like a brewery, and 1/2 the congregation slept through most of the ceremony.
My Mother made kidney stew for us 5 kids —-with plenty of passion and with love in her heart, ah yes——but it was the worst smelling stuff you have every smelled. We opened all the doors and windows, even though it was 10 degrees outside, to get rid of the odor———–but it remained to haunt us for years and years.
Other than that I would have to agree with you.
To sum up what everyone has said—-Anything that’s ever been cooked in the home with passion by or for people we love smells good—And that also includes Cinnamon Rolls! [:p]
For me it’s a beef roast… every time I make it according to my grandfather’s recipe (rump roast with a pouch of Lipton Onion Soup mix [:)]), it brings me back to when I was a kid going over there for Sunday dinner.
Turkey is a close second.
2am mass at the Polish Catholic church (celebrated by Father Budowski – he’s in the Guiness Book of Records for giving blood) allowed us to sleep in on Sunday morning.
But, back to the subject: bacon and fresh baked goods are aromas that will always haunt us.
At college we were a few blocks from the Stella Dora baking factory—-
It was painful when your mind was trying to study.
In Brooklyn in the 30’s there was a German Bakery on the corner and his Sunday morning baking woke every one up within a mile radius. And in those days you couldn’t go to Communion unless you were fasting from midnight. That baker was a tool of the devil.
I love to wake to the smell of coffeE and/or bacon. God’s in his heaven, all’s right with the world.
But—————there will never, ever be anything that could replace the aroma of My Mother’s Apple Pie. What a joy that was. Oh ! those were the days my friends, those were the days.
Fresh baking bread can’t be beat.
Well, I’m an equal opportunity dipper of bread while I have a Sunday gravy going.
Ground beef and onions
But the best will forever be fresh baked bread.
The smell of Italian “gravy” spreading through the house on a Sunday…or the smell of baking bread!!
A good Italian Sauce is not a bad thing to smell, while it simmers, maybe taking a crusty piece of bread to dip in it to check for seasoning balance.[:p]
Hickory smoke is one of my favorites! I also love the smell of fresh brewed coffee, potatoes and onions in the skillet. I’m not too keen on turkey except the crisp browned skin.
Ditto on bacon.
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