Friday night, tea time.
In, in from the garden, from work, from school, crowding the kitchen already bursting with bewitching warm spice smells and juicy fruits and the sheer anticipation of what’s next.
We all want the big bit – you cut, I choose, that’s the rules. Mmmmmmm.
Butter on my chin, my lips, my fingers, chewy yumminess and ahhhh, that’s better. Lovely end to the week. Thanks Mel.
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