Right now my kitchen is warm and has that beautifully welcoming and homely smell of vanilla and coffee. The scent of the vanilla is sweet. It reminds me of buttercreams, of sponges and syrups. It reminds me of our old house. The house we lived for nine years, where I discovered the joy of writing and flirted with a cake-making business. For a while I was torn between the two as I only had limited time and the baking often edged ahead.
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