Strange how memory works: the phrase 'Easter biscuits' tastes and smells of warm shortbread and tangy orange zest.
Childhood Easters were spent in Bristol at my Grandmother's house in Bristol, and she always made orange biscuits at Easter. There are decades in that memory, together with hedges, prewar linoleum and a triangular orchard that's now built over with apartments.
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Strange how memory works: the phrase 'Easter biscuits' tastes and smells of warm shortbread and tangy orange zest.
Childhood Easters were spent in Bristol at my Grandmother's house in Bristol, and she always made orange biscuits at Easter. There are decades in that memory, together with hedges, prewar linoleum and a triangular orchard that's now built over with apartments.