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.
Back To The Clanging Of Weights, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:37am
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I’ve started going to a gym again for the first time in 15 years. It’s
crowded, prone to broken equipment, cheap, with really nice staff. I love
it. And ...
15 hours 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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