Winter sunshine

In a kitchen, the seasons all have their own smell.
Several years ago, when our passports were still young, we visited Cordoba in January. The streets were edged with orange trees, full of bitter fruit that grew big and bright and fell unnoticed to the pavement below. The inner cook wanted to search the luggage for bags in which to pack this disregarded bounty - the frozen traveller decided the snow was too thick.
Yes, it had snowed, for the first time in 60 years, apparently. Sunny oranges covered in soft white hats.

So making sweet/bitter marmalade while it is snowing outside seems appropriate, somehow. The smell of snow mixing with that unmistakable tang of cooking Sevilles  evokes memories. And at the end, a shelf full of orange jars topped with white lids.