Major Mama mentioned that I, McH, am a big slacker and haven’t blogged in awhile. This is true and I have a lot of excuses right on the tip of my tongue/fingertips but I won’t use them. LIfe is life and it is crazy.
By special request I went back to my favorite writing prompt book, 642 Things To Write About by the San Francisco Writers’ Grotto, and have chosen a prompt.
The rules are the same 500 words or less. Edit after it’s written. Today’s prompt:
The smell of a place you love.
I love the smell of flour and sugar. More specifically the back of a bakery. My dad is a baker and when we were kids he had a bakery. It was my favorite place in the world. I would sit in the back storage room after school on the huge 50lb bags of flour and sugar and do my homework, daydream about being president, and just be safe and warm. I would listen to my dad hum a tune as he worked on his bench and sneak out and put belly buttons in the large mounds of dough when he wasn’t looking.
When we were older we would go and visit dad in his bakeries and sit in the back eating a cookie. I loved watching him and his fellow bakers make everything from donuts to french bread. And every time I hug my dad he smells of flour, bakery and him. Too me that is the smell of love.