Grandma’s house has always had a certain smell. I used to describe it as “comfort, warmth and familiar", and it emanated from incredible cuisine. As soon as I would open the door and catch the scent, I felt relaxed, at home and connected to all the hundreds of times I’ve smelled it before. It wasn’t until I learned how to make the perfect pot roast on my own that I realized the smell of Grandma’s house comes from the hours of tough meat simmered into submission alongside carrots and onions. ...
