Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now.
I love that a man names Bob sings this.
We are all about locally grown dahlias and asters. Colour. Simplicity.
There are still 2 peach weddings to bring you, but i thought we might have a break from matrimony, where is the food? I shall endeavour to cook something interesting this week, or at least do a new blog banner. Those shoes might be Rupert Sanderson, but even i am a little tired of seeing them now.
In the meantime you can gaze at the wonder that is this food blog. I want to live in this blog. That would mean moving to Brooklyn, but i don't think that is a bad thing.
Are you coming to our evening of flowers and antipasto? There are still a few places left, get in quick.