Being Master Bun the Baker's Son, l have vivid memories of being in the bakehouse as a child. Like A-b said it's the wafting smell of the spices that evoke such memories for me, totally different from the smells at Christmas.
The day before Good Friday is still one of the hardest of the year,. l used to love helping sweep up the fallen fruit when l was a child, but was determined l'd never work there when l grew up.
Off for mine now, as the grills on
