“What did your childhood kitchen smell like?”

The Kitchen on Elm Street

Linda · Sunday · 27 seconds · a voice message

Oh... the kitchen on Elm Street. It always smelled like cinnamon and coffee. On Sundays there was bread rising under a towel by the window, and my mother would hum the same three songs while she worked. Same three songs! We had a yellow table with one short leg, so my father folded a matchbook under it. And you know, that matchbook stayed there for twenty years.