Senses....

I have been thinking about which sense I want to focus on for this blog and have found it to be hard because so many times all fives senses are used at the same time. I will settle on smell for now. Many family gatherings during my life have revolved around food. I remember arriving in Shreveport to my Memaw's to the smell of red beans and rice. I always knew we were in for a treat when the steaming bowls were placed in front of us. On Christmas Eve, I would arrive at my Mama Lou's to the smell of seafood gumbo cooking. I now associate Christmas with the smell of gumbo. When I go home to my parent's house, there is usually some new recipe being tried and the smell takes over the entire house and lets me know I have arrived home. In Baton Rouge, we always wake up at least one morning to coffee(every morning), fresh cooked pancakes or biscuits, eggs, bacon, and sausage. These smells I associate with being surrounded by love. I love the smell of fresh bread, pie, gumbo and fried shrimp. I love the smell of food because it usually means good conversation is on the way with lots of laughter and hugs, and I am surrounded by family.