Putting together the makings of dinner, I saw this poem — the freshly-pulled garlic and the basil for pesto, two trout from Jeffrey in Powell River, and a loaf of sourdough bread, still warm. Oh, and wine is still in the fridge…
~ by theresakishkan on July 11, 2013.
Posted in Uncategorized Tags: basil, garlic, Jeffrey, sourdough bread, trout
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