Oh, yes. And the bread........
Home made tortillas, too.
I grew up with Pinon pine wood. The smell is unique and delicious.
Oh Gawd, how I love pinon. I’ll never forget being rolled up in my Indian blanket beside a fire, staring at the stars. My children were asleep in the tent and I had gathered the pinon pine for the campfire. Could have reached up and picked the stars out of heaven they were so close. It was at Betatakin, I think, in Navajo country. Many many years later, i had driven down to Madrid, Spain to visit some friends. when I got out of the car all I could smell was pinon pine and sure enough that’s what it was all along the ridge. Brought back memories. Once in a while, I will see pinon incense and will buy a stick or two, just for old times...