The smell of rosemary will always remind of stuffing, but not turkey stuffing. It will forever remind me of growing up with our Sunday lunch of roast chicken with a hint of rosemary in the stuffing. Every week it was the same, it never changed.
Then I was given a rosemary bush which Hubby couldn’t get enough of. Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, contained Rosemary, ugh. Oh how I began loathing the smell of rosemary. That was until this! How fabulous is this for a table?
My love of rosemary may JUST be returning. Admittedly the aroma of rosemary and cranberry doesn’t actually fill the air but as the woman I worked for in Germany would often say, its “visually pleasing“!
Odd how I often think of her and ask myself if what I’m doing is visually appealing. At the time though every time that woman uttered that phrase I would scream in my head… “mum, how much longer?”