Tasting a memory

He was on vacation, had already solved all his problems and was totally free. While driving his car he realised that for the first time in ages he wasn't in a hurry to go to anywhere. Oh! He had almost forgot how good it is just to drive by, without a destination. He felt his stomach rumbling and, as he was passing in front of a bakery, he pulled up his car in front of it. As soon as he opened the bakery's door he felt (or "inhaled", "encountered", "experienced", "smelled") all those smells and started salivating. After looking at all the options he decided for on a carrot cake and a cup of coffee. When he was a child, almost every weekend his mother baked that same cake. While waiting for his order he started thinking about what he would do next. Do you know when you have so many options to choose from that you can't decide among them? He was in that situation. The waitress interrupted his thoughts and put his order in front of him. He thanked her and looked at the cake, a large piece of yellow cake with a chocolate coating and he decided that it looked very appetising. He cut a little piece of the cake, put it into his mouth and then, he started to remember about his childhood. The way his mother stirred the cake batter, the conversations he had with his family during the weekends when his mother baked her famous carrot cake, how much easier life was, without all the preoccupations of the adult life. He finished his cake and coffee, paid the cashier and went out. He seated sat in the car, but now he already knew what to do. He started the engine and headed for his parents' house.