Originally Posted by
tranum
Maybe the flour was not wheat flour ? I recall Scandinavian relatives talking about potato flour in a delicious cake. Sometimes those memories can’t be recreated.
This is so true. I have this dilemma. It's not with food but with a smell. The smell is really fresh, might be some type of laundry soap or fabric softener. When ever I smell it, and I do periodically, it reminds me of my Grandmother. I always ask the person if they are wearing perfume, etc and I always get a different answer. For the life of me I can't put a name to the scent.