Leaning over the balcony remembering how, in spring, this very spot is heady with the scent of sweet jasmine flowers. Watching our dog totter around the garden, an old lady now with a grey snout and trusting eyes.
Thinking of the morning’s flowing conversation with Fiona at our regular haunt with our regular teas (lemon ginger for me, Turkish apple for her), words skipping from boys to snow to memories to jobs to choir to hopes and back again. Laughing, shaking heads, hushed voices, thoughtful.
Hugging my parents tight, gasping with giggles, knowing that wherever they are will always be home. Darting into the kitchen, a lightbulb idea for a new flavour of sweet-spiced nuts shining in my mind.
Golden syrup’s unique strong-yet-mellow sweetness, rich pecans, buttery walnuts, warm ginger and cinnamon, pops of sesame, sea salt flakes. Heavenly aroma, sticky from the oven, crisp and addictive once cooled.
Submitted to Ricki’s Wellness Weekend.