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 bakery was in full swing and the whole supermarket smelled like freshly baked bread and pastries. I tootled around doing my shopping, inhaling the deliciousness, and by the time I had finished felt quite sated, as though I had actually eaten my fill of morning pastries. I love the irony that the aroma is wonderful, but if I were to buy a croissant it definitely wouldn’t be from the supermarket.

9am may well become my new regular shopping time!

unbaked croissants rising on a metal trolley