The enduring smell of my school years came straight out of the James Blair kitchen. Was there anything better than the hot rolls that brought that fresh, homemade smell out into the cafeteria? No matter how much food I had stuffed into my face, I always had room for a few of those rolls. No butter, no nothing, but great tasting flavor.
The rolls also tasted good because of Mrs. Byrd who knew how much I loved those rolls. She let me charge them a few times and for that I will always be thankful.
I think that I’m drooling.