Every few days a cloud descends in my neighbourhood.  It is best described as a sweet, sweet carbohydrate-based haze.  It is reminiscent of cookies or muffins or cake baking in the oven.  Or all three at the same time. Today is one of those days.

I can’t figure out where the smell is coming from.  First I thought the Kellogg’s factory down the road but the smell that comes from there is a cornflakes smell.  We have several Tim Horton’s in the vicinity but when I am standing right outside them I can’t smell anything.  It just hangs in the air around my block, taunting me with its delicious carby smell.

Today I could have sworn the smell was coming from Avery’s school, just half a block away.  It’s like some kind of psychological game to lure kids to school and I’m here to say that it would absolutely work.  The strategy is genius!  The only problem is that when I walk my daughter to school I want to lie down on the sidewalk and roll around, licking the glorious cake-taste off the grass.  I thought that might reflect poorly on my daughter (or possibly my parenting skills) so I managed to restrain myself.  But I’m not sure I’ll be strong enough next time.  So until next time, the case of the mystery cookie dough smell lives on.