Monday, November 5, 2012

Hold, please.

One of the pure pleasures of a chilly house is the utter deliciousness of wrapping yourself in warm blankets to ward off the chill. That pleasure is, of course, magnified when you're able to add the touch of one person who frequently fills your thoughts. Wish wish wish...

Some days call for evocative fantasy, and some require a substantially more tame reality. This is a reality kind of morning, replete with longing, chill, and that ever present hunger. The chill is probably fever.

Expect more from me Thursday. I hope to feel thoroughly better again by then, and expect to do some writing then. I'm thinking of a few new recipes you might like too.

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