As I write this, there are croissants heating in the oven, and the familiar smell is taking me right back to the lazy Saturday mornings of my childhood.
I’m not sure exactly when it started, but the family tradition of croissants and coffee on a Saturday morning goes back decades, to weekends spent watching cartoons, playing outside and shopping trips to town.
Even now, just a whiff of a baking croissant takes me right back to those idyllic days. I’m a child again, perfectly at ease, safe and sound at home with my family, and excited for what the weekend holds.
I’m happy that we still eat croissants and sip coffee when we breakfast together on a Saturday morning. And as I smell that buttery, sweet smell sneaking out of the oven, that excitement floods back and I start to daydream about what the day could hold.
