Love and toast. Some would say that’s all you need to survive. And someone in particular chez nous seems to have resigned themselves to our current status quo of flurry-flurry-hurry-hurry and the apparent non-cooking that goes with it. Rob quietly mentioned the other day that it’s been rather a while since I made him his favourite ‘why he married me bacon pasta’ or much of anything for that matter. Le pauvre. So I bashfully donned my apron and got on with it. As you do. And here’s where we ended up… Read the rest of this entry »
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