We live in a building that carries the smells of food around it. So many times in the spring and summer, I’ll be cooking, baking, or dehydrating something, and my neighbors will say, “What smells so good?!”. I’ll reply, “Oh, I’m making my love a birthday cake” or “I’m making raw granola”. I say “in the spring and summer” because that’s when I see all of my neighbors. In the winter, none of us particularly like hanging out in the shared backyard in 10 degree weather. We come and go, but we don’t linger. So, I’m assuming that all winter long, too, they can smell delicious aromas of our autumn and winter bounty roasting in the oven or simmering on the stove.