Tomatoes, pie, and the occasional cat photo.
Alright, Ken Burns. Let’s do this.
Double baby brunch is a very happy thing.
That would be negroni sorbet, suspended in prosecco. Lone Wolf.
End of summer soup in progress. See you next year, tomato plate.
Minneapolis, once the crush is over.
I could watch this on an infinity loop. Emmer wheat getting ready to proof at Cellar Door this morning. Perfect send-off to a chilly couple of days in Minnesota.
There’s a monster at the end of this book. It’s the blank page where the story ends and you’re left alone with yourself and your thoughts.
christian siriano spring 2015 rtw
Sunday necessities (shade included).