My friend came over tonight, walked in the door and said my house smells fruity, like strawberry ice-cream. The smell is actually quinces. I've had a big pot on the stove starting the next batch of jelly and it has filled the house with the most wonderful aroma. It's fruity and warm and inviting and
Melbourne's coffee has a well-earned reputation and sampling its brews is one of the pleasures of a trip to the city. This morning my taste buds were delighted and awoken by the black gold at Disciple Coffee in Brunswick. It is a tiny roastery down a back lane boasting a total of six seats. The
The smell of baking anywhere at anytime will always be a pleasure for me. Even more so because baked goods disagree with me and therefore I eat very little of them. Smelling them is the next best thing. Unusually, I went to the supermarket around 9am yesterday morning and discovered an aromatic pleasure: the in-house
In my front garden the tap is hidden behind a rosemary bush. I don't use it very often and tend to forget it's even there. Until I do. And then I remember that a tiny pleasure awaits. An ordinary bush wouldn't be the same. Pushing the rosemary branches gently away with one hand while reaching
