A memory.

When I was a little boy, sometimes on Saturday mornings I’d be watching cartoons in the family room, and I’d smell something wonderful wafting from the kitchen. (We had a split level house, so the kitchen overlooked the family room.) My sister would make muffins—plain muffins from a recipe card from my mother’s old recipe card collection—but with strawberry jam in the middle, as a little surprise.

It was always so wonderful.