With windows thrown open to let in the spring breezes, I’m discovering that my neighborhood smells like food.

This morning, tonari-sama is cooking sausage and eggs. The other evening, I smelled curry. My own kitchen is as bare as Old Mother Hubbard’s, so these scents are tantalizing.

Oddly enough, I never smell Japanese foods, only Western cooking. Posted by kuri at May 11, 2001 07:17 AM