The smell of warm gingerbread permeating the house like a soft, comforting blanket is one of the most evocative scents I remember from my childhood. Although she generally favoured traditional recipes, my mum was a great baker and her gingerbread, made from an ancient recipe was definitely a family favourite. Of all our senses, smell is perhaps the most underated and yet the unexpected, tantalising whisper of a long forgotten fragrance can, in a moment, transport us back to a time when we were sitting on our mother’s knee, wrapped in her arms, breathing as one, secure in her love
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