Today my fall smells like fresh rye bread. Not even that - freshly baked rye bread with spicy herbs and dried tomatoes. And it's a very pleasant aroma... warm and kind. Like my grandmother's hands from my distant childhood.
When you walk up to the door of the apartment, you know there's something magical behind it... And go inside - mmm, already want to break off the crispy crust)
I bake it myself)
