Many of my fondest memories as a child begin with the smells I would wake up to.
My mom was a killer cook, baker, and so many other things. She has a way with pairing flavors and textures that is out of this world. Christmas morning, she used to make this raisin and cinnamon bread with a simple icing.
The smells would invigorate any bed head, it was like she was luring you to the kitchen.
This is not my mamas cinnamon bread, but I believe the scones had the same effect on my children Saturday morning.
What lures you out of bed?