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| one week ago |
My car smells of daffodils and fresh ground
coffee – it is springtime and i have just been at the market.
This weekend I
had been fasting so the chicken roasting on the open spit smelt illicitly
beautiful, as did the potatoes cooked in goose oil that the sausage man was
serving hot and steaming.
I settled though for two Okarami – squashed sushi
things – which the Vietnamese lady sells.
As with everything once you have been
fasting, the delight in eating again comes first from smelling the aromas
rising from the food.
I had already experimented nasaly with the strawberries
and melon that the fruit ladies were offering but my senses confirmed that it
is still too early in the season for these to be ripe and succulent; the clocks
moved forward only last night.
The Okarami however smelt of distant oceans and
the fresh tide-pools of my childhood.
I ate them in the car, unable to wait.
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