My family moved only once during my childhood, so I remember it well.

Our real estate agent made several efforts to improve our house’s appeal — she gave us a fake tree to spruce up the living room, which my parakeet, Kiwi, became fond of and pooped on.  She also suggested that we bake right before we held an open house to create an inviting atmosphere.

Last year for Christmas, my sister, Maggie, put together a book of family recipes.

Here are a few aromatic ones, some with short introductions from their authors: