The sun shone. The sky was blue. We ate soup for tea and shared the last two of a batch of pies that I'd made up from leftover stew.
The fridge is empty.
I've rediscovered cooking. This makes me very happy.
The Glory Of Baggy Trousers For Valentine’s Day, Or, Saturday Morning at
9:50am
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The most romantic thing I know is: simple dinner out in the neighborhood
with my husband. We walk there, walk home. There’s something about the
homeward ...
2 days ago

I love cooking. The pies look good :)
ReplyDeleteThose pies look and sounds delicious.
ReplyDeleteoooh they look utterly delicious!!
ReplyDeleteCooking is art and good for the soul.
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