It's just about this time every year... after I've singlehandedly eaten my way through several tins of Christmas cookies, that I develop a desparate craving for fresh spinach, beets and all things salad...
Nothing like a hippity skip trip through the farmers' market in the dead of December... Ah well, back to those buttery jam crescents... and maybe just a little eggnog...
Benedetti siano gli istanti, i millimetri e le ombre delle piccole cose.
// Blessed are the moments, the millimeters and the shadows of little
things. -...
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