I woke up this morning with an urge to cook something. I didn't really want to eat anything, I just felt like cooking. I had the ingredients for a couple different recipes sitting around, so I cooked them all. As I type this, the smell of the Leek Soup and the Broccoli - Mushroom Lasagna compete with each other to be the stand out aroma. The Spinach and Roquefort Tart is happy to play the middle man, wafting stronger when the breeze from the window plays over it. The cherry pie hides in the background, only coming to the surface if you search for it, then overwhelming you with the sharp cinnamon scent of it's crust.
I wish I could bottle the complex smells going on I my kitchen right now. Or the ones going on in my garden. I spent yesterday thinning and weeding out all of my gardens and went to bed still smelling of sun and growth and rain.
I love all the seasons for different reason but I think spring is my favorite smelling. Not because of the flowers and things like that though. I love that day towards the end of winter when you walk outside and can smell the undeniable aroma of spring tickling your nose. It is an indescribable smell, meaning something different to each person, and yet heralding spring and the hope of longer days and warm sun. Another of my favorite spring smells is the electric, damp scent that appears just before that first big rainstorm. It is as if the plants all know what's coming and they are drawing it in by releasing an intoxicating, wet smell and the storm responds by smelling of the lighting it is going to produce.
I am also in love with the smell of fire. Any fire. So this sunday is going to be amazing. Heading to the Infiammati Fire circus and Freak show. It promises to be an wonderful night.
