Garlic is magical, and its pungent odor is wafting through our home like fairy dust.
Stinky fairy dust.
Cloves are also magical, but I caught the little dust-fairy before he got that package open.
There is so much magic all around us, and we spend most of our life trying to figure out what on earth do with it all.
He tosses the bag of peppercorns. I catch it like a beanbag before it breaks open, and tell his big brother to move his dancing before a fight breaks out.
I tuck the spices back into the cupboard, and gather everyone around to read the stories that will show us how to combine the wild unruly ingredients of life.
Launde Abbey on Saint Lucy’s Day
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