Ok. So you thought it was a metaphor for eating breakfast or something, but it truly is about lighting a fireplace!!
Why in the world would anyone want to light a fire when it is 69 degrees out? I live in Florida and this amazes me every year.
I love the smell though, it reminds me of Christmas up in Tennessee. Snow on the ground, wood burning stoves sending plumes in the air. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.
What is your favorite smell? One that evokes a memory so strong you can feel it?