Ramblings...

It's a cold rainy morning today. The kind of day, you just want to grab some comfort snacks and slog through the day till you can curl up on the couch to rest. With the drought going on there really aren't many days like this to be had. As I drove through Macon on my way to Atlanta, I had this strong craving for something sweet. But not just anything sweet. I wanted something from my past that I will always associate with cold rainy days. Something that would rekindle not just a memory, but a memory of a smell. A smell that would remind me of my hometown.
In the mid 80's, my grandmother would take my brother and I into the best bakery in Commerce. Seagrave's Sweet Shop as a behavioral reward after the library reading time. Mrs. Seagrave's store was downtown in one of the old storefronts that always looked to me as if they were on the verge of falling in. The hardwood floor was worn thin in places from generation after generations of young children coming in to look in the tall cold glass cases at all the thickly iced sugar cookies she had made the night before. As we would work our way down the display case, the selections would transfer from cartoons to the wedding cake peti fores. They were all carefully cradled in thin white paper cups. The pure white fondant coverings were decorated with little green icing ferns, or small pink and red flowers. These delectable were my young self's version of the zenith of culinary sweets. Whenever I got the chance, they were always my choice of an afternoon sweet snack. As I would reach up and enthusiastically take the offerings from Mr's Seagraves, I could smell the sweet flour she had used. It is that flour smell that I long for today. There is nothing in this world that smells as good to me when it comes to food. That smell is what I want today. I just want a couple of those little morsels of goodness on my way home.