A couple days ago at work I was cleaning the coffee maker in my office by running vinegar through it. After the first person came in and said, “Wow, that smell brings me back. I’m in my grandmother’s kitchen in Louisiana in 1960 and she’s cooking greens,” I began to ask each passing guest what they were reminded of by the smell. One person said, “I’m thinking of my dad on a hot summer day while we were growing up.... Read more