I want to be known for two things in life. I want to be known as the girl who has the dad who makes the best Sweet Potato Pie… and I want to be known as the girl who lives in the house that always smells like roasted chicken and sweets. What would be better? Little else, I’m sure of it.
I think I get this instinct from my grandmother, whose house always smelled like Cornish game hens and some sort of buttery pound cake.