Drive south and smell the earthiness of whole grain honey wheat bread. Drive north and breathe in the sugar coated air of frosted flakes. Some mornings you can practically see the swirls of aroma wafting through the air like steam off a cup of coffee.
Who would have thought leaving the house on a Monday to start the work week could be such a sensory experience?
Oh yea... just for the record... if I ever work retail these are the hours I want to have:
I'll be in the office 9ish tomorrow morning!
And the smells?
It all comes from living between a commercial bakery and a cereal factory.
It all comes from living between a commercial bakery and a cereal factory.
(Not good if you are on lo carb)
