About Recipe

Or maybe spring is the season of love and fall the season of mad lust. Spring for flirting but fall for the untamed delicious wild thing". The ground isn't frozen anymore..nor are the rivers. The mist has lifted from the skies and the fog cleared from my mind.. All I see is a bright golden sun, calling me out into the garden.. whispering of things to come..warm and hot summers to be spent indoors , bent over an old bookmarked novel and a bowl of some frozen delight.

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