February 9, by Rosemerry. With love, I score the insides of the eggplants into diamond-shaped slashes and slather the cut side with oil. With love, I crumble tiny, fresh thyme leaves onto the sweating flesh, then roast the halves till the dark, tight skin pulls easily away. Posted in Uncategorized Tagged cooking , eggplant , love , small acts 15 Comments.
A gorgeous and supple sonnet, which I am immensely glad to have read. Gently aloud β just now, in the caffeinated oh-dark-thirty of my two-room flat. Little things are the hinges of the Universe.
Gentle reminder I usually do the small acts naturally but lovely poem of reminding!! Thank You ,,,, those eggplants sound yummy smile j.
Your collection of ingredients and the steps you take in preparation model for me the small changes that change everything. Oh Catherine! One of my favorite foods! But it really really matters how it is prepared β¦ it can be positively gross if not done well, but HEAVEN when cooked well! Comments RSS. Buy me a coffee. Subscribe now to keep reading and get access to the full archive.
Type your emailβ¦. Continue reading. Home Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer. A Hundred Falling Veils there's a poem in every day. Feeds: Posts Comments. Even the Smallest Acts February 9, by Rosemerry. Like this: Like Loading Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
