Sunday Afternoon Tease
For me, fruit cake reminds me of visits from my grandmother (Nanny). She was from a generation that wouldn't leave the house without a headscarf on and always brought a cake and a bunch of home grown flowers wrapped in newspaper when she visited. Sweet peas, dahlias or sweet williams. I loved my grandparents house in the country and vividly remember brushing my hands over the fruit bushes outside the back door when I was a little girl. The heady scent of blackcurrant bushes takes me back to their house and the walk-in larder filled with things that were home made and not out of packets. It's sad that I used to dread kissing her powdery cheek when she visited; I wish I had known her better.
There is an instant feel good factor when you walk into a house to the aroma of recently baked cake. I would go as far as to say it is good for the soul and probably medicinal.
I love the shell shaped tins that French Madeleine's are baked in; perhaps mermaids snack on these little cakes as they sit on rocks looking out across the channel?
What smells evoke strong memories for you?