Smells

LISTENING TO: The Sound of One Hand Clapping

Been smelling bread in the strangest of places lately. And no, it isn't your run-of-the-mill Gardenia kind. I've been smelling good Rye and Sourdough in the mornings on the way to work. Fruity loaves with nuts fresh out of the oven in a colleague's car (maybe he'd visited a boulangerie over the weekend). And while playing tennis today, I could've sworn I smelled yeast. I really cannot explain why :s

But these smells remind me of a rather special place in Montreal - a chain of boulangeries named "Premiere Moisson". The place has the most delectable cakes and breads. While I'm not really a carbs person (CARBS BECOME FATS, DON'T YOU KNOW?), I found myself inside with cxy on a crisp morning in autumn; drawn in by the fat strawberries sitting on their tart. This was before we actually got together. (This was when we went for a run, but ended up walking because I was such a loser, my weak, tropical lungs couldn't abide the sharp autumn air) We walked out empty-handed because... well I was so not going to get fat in Canada. But we did spot the Student Special, and promised to return.

The next time we came, it was to grab a cake for Jun Yan's birthday. We were TERRIBLY late because... I'd taken forever to get ready. It was a rather frigid evening in late September / early October, and we pretty much dashed into the welcoming warmth, only to find that they had all of....one cake left.

And of course, my birthday cake came from Premiere Moisson. Only I didn't like it much, because it was smaller and didn't have strawberries................ Darling Xy had noticed that I'd been spamming blackberries and raspberries on a weekly basis, and surmised that I MUST love blackberries and raspberries.....and so he picked the blackberry cake. Truth was, strawberries are just more expensive than other berries in Montreal, and since these berries were so affordable (unlike in Singapore) I decided to eat my fill while I was there. :T Only have myself to blame for that, I suppose. Plus any strawberry he chances upon now ends up in my mouth, so I've nothing to complain about :3

:p Memories are incredibly fragile things. They're wont to fade away when left unattended, and threaten to lose their magic when recalled too many times. It is thus all the more precious when smells revive them with such clarity.

I can't wait to go back to Montreal <3!