Thursday, July 28, 2011

food of love


As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy, and to make plans.

Ernest Hemingway


Am not at all sure how I stumbled across Ms. Minato’s 365 day food diary,
but it certainly is a visual delight. I’m also a sucker for jelly coffees and wooden spoons.

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