Add Lasagne to the list...

I have a list of items that seem to heighten my emotions - particularly feelings of sadness... The first item, and most potent item is Lemon Pudding Cake. Today, I've added a new one to the list - the smell of lasagne.

Let me first share with you the story of the Lemon Pudding Cake.

Once upon a time, I was preparing to leave my family home to go to a university three hours away. I was really excited to go... I just didn't want to go. You know? As the time grew closer for me to leave, I became more emotional. Near the end of summer, my brother was expected home from tree planting for a two week visit before he was heading back to university in Saskatchewan. We were all looking forward to this,and one day I got home from my summer job, and one of my family members teased me and said that B1 was heading home that day. I was all excited, and in the midst of eating a piece of lemon pudding cake when they told me they were kidding - he'll be home on the weekend. For the record, it's hard to joke with me or tease me when I'm emotional. With this news, I just broke down crying. And all of us were pretty shocked with my reaction to the "joke" - but it was like my body was looking for a release, and this was it.

Then, a couple of months later, my parents sent me a care package - and they included lemon pudding cake. It brought back all the sadness of that "joke" - on top of homesickness! Honestly, when I have a piece of lemon pudding cake now - it still makes me get a little choked up. I purposely avoid it, unless I'm at a funeral, and then who can tell the difference anyway?

So, this time it's a smell... not even a taste that has spurred feelings of homesickness... Someone on my floor has made lasagne for dinner tonight, and the hallway smells just like my mom's lasagne! Although, I'm pretty sure it wouldn't TASTE like my Ma's lasagne,(she makes AWESOME lasagne) so my feelings could just be turned to disappointment instead of sadness if I just invited myself over to the lasagne makers apartment (and I'd have to knock on about four doors to find them). But, I'm not about to do that...

There's actually a book out right now that RC is reading - I was hoping to read it at the same time as she was - but I haven't even got my library card yet! It's called The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake - and I'm not even the author! Maybe there is more to this than just me... I'll have to see what RC thought of the book!

In the meantime, I'll try not to breath in as I run down to get my laundry...