Tonight Betsy made something scrumptious: fresh tortellini with mushrooms and four cheeses, homemade pasta sauce, and homemade blueberry pie. We ate it on the front porch with our feet up and the lamp lit. Betsy, m'love, this one's for you.
posted by Jess Curtis at 25.7.05
I will meet you, raise you twenty, two sides grounded by a widespread Sea. Cross-Atlantic, snap your fingers, keeping time and steady aim; I can see you from my city, and I'll see you while the angles still remain. Only the base is changing; only that line is stretching. I can walk it. I can trace it. All winter long my song will stay the same.
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I'm never cooking again. At least not in the forseeable future. At least not for you in the forseeable future. At least not blueberry pie for you in the forseeable future.
I saw Ely as I walked out this morning. Guess what he was raving about? That's right: your pie. :)
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