“The smell of bruised apples reaches me of a sudden. And in that moment I am back in Miss Eliza’s kitchen, rich with cooking odors: the nutty smell of roasting coffee berries, the syrupy scent of fruit upon the stove, the pierce of a fresh-cut lemon, the sweet warmth of a split vanilla pod, the earthy heat of a crushed clove.”

“The smell of bruised apples reaches me of a sudden. And in that moment I am back in Miss Eliza’s kitchen, rich with cooking odors: the nutty smell of roasting coffee berries, the syrupy scent of fruit upon the stove, the pierce of a fresh-cut lemon, the sweet warmth of a split vanilla pod, the earthy heat of a crushed clove.”

— Annabel Abbs