Sometimes? When I open a cookbook? I smell my Grandma’s orange cookies, my mother’s Flaky Cherry dessert, and my Dad’s palatschinke. Dried flour drifts out of the folds, I tie on an apron; I am home again.
And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain Don’t carry the world upon your shoulders For well you know that it’s a fool who plays it cool By making his world a little colder Hey Jude, don’t let me down..