Nothing is as tantalizing as the smell of a cake in the oven or a fresh fruit cobbler cooling on the counter. It was the smell of home, reminding us that no matter how far we ever got from our roots, there would be someone cooking our favorite dessert and praying we were safe and that God would bring us home soon. Cooking someone’s favorite dish or re-creating a dish someone always made for you is the only known pain reliever for Southern homesickness.