Yes, smell of my grandma’s walnut cake simply out of the blue went through me.

Funny thing is this little gadget from the past. I was surprised to see four of them in a row in a second hand shop. In Sweden! Younger visitors probably doesn’t even know its purpose.

I can easily explain. It grinds nuts.

It releases gorgeous smell which brings back image of my grandma’s black hair carefully collected under one of her many scarves. Flowers all over my Mila’s head leaned over her warm stove. She was feeding stove with some wood to reach right temperature so the bottom of the cake can be perfect.

Maybe you too can see that image 😉

Back than I didn’t have precious mobile phone to easy preserve all important moments but her deep blue eyes are carved in my grey cells.

Everything she made tasted unbelievably. Stuffed with gluten and lactose…cakes, bread, pies. Oilish traditional gibanice.

Best.

All of that stormed my brain in a second.

I didn’t bought it though. Household utensils as they have called it.

But I’m so happy I have found next video. It is still present. Spirit 🥂