For as long as I can remember my Mum has been making curry puffs.
She finely dices the onions, chops the potatos into cubes, browns off the meat and adds a spoonful or four of Nanna's homemade curry. As soon as the filling was cooked it was customary to eat a bowlful whilst Mum lets it cool down. Then wrapped in pastry with a brush of egg, they go into the oven and turn golden brown with the delicious smells wafting through the house.
That smells reminds me of birthdays, opening presents and gatherings with friends. It reminds me of good times and even the sad.