My mom's mother (well, actually my mom's mother's pantry)
I loved those long-ago summers when we visited my grandmother’s place. Closeted in her walk-in pantry, almost the size of a small bedroom and smelling of wood and cookies, I explored shelves full of preserves and other goods that appeared so exotic to suburban eyes.
posted by Helen @ 1:02 PM
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What a wonderful memory and that pantry must have been such a place to explore! Wow!
Double (stuffed Oreo) Wow!
It was a great place, especially since the cookie jar was always full. Which reminds me, when I read over what I had written it sounds like I was the one who smelled of wood and cookies (I probably did exude a faint cookie-ish aroma though, since I did consume so many of them).
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