I come from a long line of people who love food. At my family gatherings, delicious food often holds centre stage. Many of my childhood memories are associated with the smell of particular foods - memories of my Grandma are forever bound up with the smell of fresh cinnamon buns coming out of the oven.
While my kids are still young, I want to engrave on their brains the smell of something delicious and happy coming out of the kitchen. My banana bread is potentially my only ticket to maternal culinary genius. I always feel like June Cleaver from the 1950's TV show ‘Leave It to Beaver' when I take it out of the oven. + MORE