I was born and raised in New Jersey and have done some rather extensive traveling which has kept my taste buds very active. Actually they were awakened very early, coming home from school and the aroma of my mother's freshly baked bread pulling me into the front door. I think the wonderful smells of cooking and baking remain a very vivid memory. What has happened to that wonderful "yeasty" smell of freshly baked bread? It appears I have found a friendly spot in Zaar. My daughter Bev is an ardent member of Zaar and I look forward to contributing the little I know to you.