Enter Sylvia Plath, the sad books, relapse, America; and I'm quite sure the cake days are soon over; but presentness is grace, or so I've heard, so just for now, enter the sorbets too.
Sunday 14 August 2016
Saturday 6 August 2016
NO-BAKE STRAWBERRY PIE
I am devouring an average of three and a half books per week, yet my writing fails me; what doesn't fail me, thankfully, is the baking (or non-baking rather); which results in summery tarts or pies or crostate to also be devoured merrily. Spoiler: they taste much better than paper.
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