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But the cheese seemed to “relax” as it spread its gorgeous self a bit too far across the confines of the bread.
Reminded me of the slumped stance of the girl in that painting “Little Girl in a Blue Armchair” by Mary Cassat.
The slumpy sprawl of the cheese became a meme that took over the small world of the crostini. The fig marmalade and mustard followed suit, spreading into the same languorous sprawl.
I think I love him.
I’m talking about Irv.
That’s normal, right?
I’m not talking about a weird love.
I’m talking about a “like we love our pets” love.
Chapter 1. Now Live. At The Ginger Jar “Chapter One: And Then Came IrvingOutside.I was pruning Rue, the potted rue plant, the one that sits by the front door.Rue. Yup, the plant is known as ‘Rue’—And rue is known to… Continue Reading →
Q. How indulgent does it feel if given the opportunity to read someone else’s diary? Does it feel wrong? A bit invasive? Don’t Answer Yet. Hold your thought. Before you answer that question, allow me to offer you a what-if…. Continue Reading →