Samantha Wynter from Mexico When I smell freshly-baked bread, especially salty, yeasty loaf bread; I remember my childhood. My mom used to bake bread a long time ago when supermarkets didn't sell whole bread. She would spend all morning baking; and when my sister and I arrived home from school, that smell of delicious, salty loaf bread would wake up our hunger. We ate that bread with soup and with salads or with some marmelade. It was delicious and warm. Not only was did it taste delicious, but its warm, lovely, spicy, smell made us feel at home. My mom stopped baking about eight years ago. I don't really know why. Probably because the market started selling baked bread, or maybe she just got tired of baking twice a loaf of bread twice a week. Nowadays, the smell of freshly-baked bread always triggers memories of those happy days of my life—my childhood, my family and my old home.
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