An old grizzled woman approaches. In her wake a divine smell washes over me. It is the smell of banana bread, my favorite food. The smell is very sweet and smells like a mixture of cake and perfectly ripened bananas. The bread itself was golden brown with a soft crust, just like my mother’s recipe. The inside was spongy and very moist with the perfect soft texture. It tasted as if solid honey was being put into my mouth. The bananas used to make it were perfect, as if from the garden of Eden. Alongside the bread was a sweet glass of cherry juice. This meal brought me back to the days when I was very young and had just come back from school. My mother would have a fresh loaf waiting for me when I returned. This was the perfect meal.