Tuesday, 4 October 2011
Of things fragrant and things frightening
My dad turned up today with a large branch of bay leaves. I made my first ever recipe (The Hairy Biker's Mum's everyday fish pie with cheese mash) using bay leaves last week. I think that means I now qualify as a grown up. Marvelling to my dad at this culinary staple which, it seems, is as common as salt and pepper for grown ups who grew up in a more timely fashion, he offered to bring me some from his garden. I thought this was jolly nice and when he arrived I hung them up in the kitchen, where they looked most pretty to mine eye. And then as I tootled about my daily business I started to notice the smell. They smell amazing. It makes me and my nose most cheerful whenever we pass by.
In other news, I sent off my first submission to a literary agent. Obviously my book isn't ready but I decided it never would be so I might as well get on with it. I'm a bit frightened. My daydream of choice for the last three years (oh, who am I kidding, for the last twenty years) has been that someone would publish my work. What happens when I have to find a new daydream? Or worse, a job.