Something Sweet
One tempting whiff of the aroma from my mom’s freshly baked bread pudding was all she needed to call my friends and me in from our various outdoor pursuits. How could we not drop everything to taste that delicious, mouth watering creation?
Seated around the table with ruffled hair and dirt clinging to our shirts, we’d devour the treat, and unknowingly develop memories of what it meant to be home. The pudding was gone within minutes of our arrival—Mom always said that was the best compliment a baker could receive.
When the smell of sugary goodness is coupled with the hearty scent of bread, the reaction is universal. All neighbors, friends and even enemies are compelled to join together, and sometimes come to
