If home were a meal

If home were a taste it would taste like freshly baked pie or cheesecake. If home were a meal you could smell the aroma drifting of the dozens of dishes on Thanksgiving feast. If home were a taste it would taste like a hot poutine with dripping gravy and cheese that sticks on the fries and stretches for miles. If you could smell home it would smell like clam chowder and tomato stew. If home were a taste it would taste like the noodles soaked by ramen broth and the tare in it. If home were a smell it would smell like shou zi (stir fried pork meat.) when being cooked. If home were cake it wouldn't be the biggest cake but the cake that makes me feel as happy as can be.