1.0HappyCowhttps://www.happycow.net/blogCherylrunnerhttps://www.happycow.net/blog/author/cherylrunner/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="a560svhRj8"><a href="https://www.happycow.net/blog/pea-soup/">Pea Soup</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.happycow.net/blog/pea-soup/embed/#?secret=a560svhRj8" width="600" height="338" title="“Pea Soup” — HappyCow" data-secret="a560svhRj8" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); /* ]]> */ </script> https://www.happycow.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/recipe.jpg600180Have you ever walked into a room and smelled an aroma of something cooking that took you back to your childhood? One that takes you back to your grandmother’s house where she is cooking your favorite treat, apple pie. You are sitting at the kitchen table waiting quite impatiently as she takes the steaming hot apple pie out of the oven and sets it on the cooling rack as it is still bubbling with sweet apples. The house is filled with the scents of cinnamon and apples. As she turns to you, takes off her oven mitts, adjusts her apron that is covered in flour, she glares at you and says, “You can have a piece when it is cooled.” You wait what seems like an eternity, sitting at the table with your head rested on your hands and feet swinging. Then she finally cuts that first piece and places it in front of you. Now that you have grown up, every time you smell apple pie you think of those memories. Or it could be any other delicious food that brings back a particular time in your life. Well, my memory of a particular dish was not so pleasant. […]