I had the strangest sensation out in the garden last week. We live near an industrial corridor of sorts (industries that don't pollute but that do have occasional smells). Mrs. Baird's Bread is next door to Miller Brewing, so some nights you step outside and can smell the yeasty beer, other nights you step out and you can smell tomorrow's bread baking. I stepped outside on a Mrs. Baird's evening and leaned over to pet the dogs--who had apparently discovered and chomped the green of an onion volunteer left over from last year. Between the fresh onion on their breaths and the bread smell, it was rather like smelling a nice pizza crust baking!

SRS