t with the three b's |
There is no greater delight bestowed upon us by the Lord God than the estimable English ritual known as Teatime. I simply adore it. To crunch down delectable biscuits washed down with a divine cuppa i...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Apr 2006 17:37:00 GMT |
Song of Cereal |
Crunchye, crunchye, in my mouth
Masticated, trav'ling south
What culinary genius be
Bequeathing such delight to me?
In what distant factories
Maketh they such delicacies?
What church-webbed haints exp...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Apr 2006 18:13:00 GMT |
a bowl of true delight |
I traversed the local Safeway yesterday for my weekly grocery excursion, list in hand and eager anticipation of a well-stocked pantry. It was a lovely afternoon, the sun high and a crisp April breeze ...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Apr 2006 23:14:00 GMT |
