07 Sep Fulfilling My Inner Student
Heavenly, cool air. It is so wonderful to sleep with the window open, and feel the cool breeze on my face. Despite my Mediterranean heritage, I was not made for hot, humid weather. Must be the Scottish genes.
The idea of “back to school” will always stay with me; perhaps it’s the perpetual student housed in my head. So the food books have been pulled out, and it’s time for studying. Happily, I can now do so with a glass of wine in my hand, and there are no term papers to write, so the effort of inquiry has become far more pleasurable. I continue to surge forward with my reading of Spice: The History of a Temptation, which I’ll review in the chillier months. I am fascinated by the lengths to which people would go for the taste of cinnamon and clove (though I intimately understand the mania). The scent of spices is enough to make me nutty with excitement, and they are easily available — imagine if they were hard to come by! I, too, might get on a ship and seek them out, risking life and limb. Speaking of which, I think I need to replenish my stock of cinnamon — it’s almost mulled cider time…