From my early childhood, one smell remains most firmly in my memory: homemade biscuits with peach jelly. My great grandmother always made homemade biscuits anytime we visited her. The smell wafted through out her entire house, which was small and cramped, one of those rather old farm houses with tiny doors. My great grandmother, Grandma Bolton as I called her, died when I was seven and while I can't picture her in my mind, I can remember that smell of biscuits and peach jam.