What I cooked last night.
Ruminations and recipes from a small kitchen in a big city.
Six in the morning.
A new day. A new year.
He points to the pictures now. Tree. Dog. Sun. Moon. You can hear him say these words from the other room.
Of course, he can't speak until he's had his milk. You'll notice the empty bottle on one of the books.
That's fine. Don't even think of getting a word out of me in the morning until I've had three cups of tea.
Just stumbled on your blog. I love this photo!
Tue Jan 02, 05:13:00 PM GMT+11
Wed Jan 03, 09:40:00 AM GMT+11
The Food Whore
He is just beautiful.
Fri Jan 05, 04:57:00 PM GMT+11
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