Nothing gets you instant access to temporary haven like a good big plate o' hot cheesy nourishment.
Think a dollop of warm strawberry sauce on a lump of ricotta cheese cake with double cream.
Fresh grated mozzarella, now molten, farmhouse scented, on top of a serving of bolognese lasagna.
A cup of hot chocolate (literally, hot, chocolate, click on this '.') beside a cheese plate.
After a seemingly endless struggle with life, the only upside of the day would have been settling down on a big fat couch next to a coffee table with a night-long strife supplement.
Then you'd imagine yourself, fearless, with the sharp edge of a sword pointed at your nose tip. "Try me, I'm as hard as concrete," you roared.
Think a dollop of warm strawberry sauce on a lump of ricotta cheese cake with double cream.
Fresh grated mozzarella, now molten, farmhouse scented, on top of a serving of bolognese lasagna.
A cup of hot chocolate (literally, hot, chocolate, click on this '.') beside a cheese plate.
After a seemingly endless struggle with life, the only upside of the day would have been settling down on a big fat couch next to a coffee table with a night-long strife supplement.
Then you'd imagine yourself, fearless, with the sharp edge of a sword pointed at your nose tip. "Try me, I'm as hard as concrete," you roared.
And where did I get the recipe again? I don't want to recall.
The next dish shall be an improvement.
The next dish shall be an improvement.
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