Under this roof, saffron and raspberry puree.

1. To hear the wind striking the house broadside but I know I am safe within these walls.

2. Opening the jar of saffron -- the new shoes scent.

3. Raspberry puree drips through a sieve. I can wait: supper is a long way off.

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