Ruby red tomato crushed and smeared with abandon onto paper thin dough, milky buffalo mozzarella turned molten under the grill's harsh glare, and basil haphazardly scattered to complete this foodie's still life.
Thyme's polygamous ways marrying with chicken, glossy amber stock and white wine and then again with musky mushrooms and generous dollops of double cream.
Lavender crushed between palms and scalded with boiling water; the fragrant oil jumping forth from it's tiny cocoon and imbuing the air and the palette with it's delicacy. Mint often joining her for a languish in this heady hot tub.
Dill. Wispery thin fronds tucked into whole rainbow trout amidst lemon slices and baked til the house smells like heaven. Crusty bread close at hand to mop up the moreish lemony, aniseed piqued juices. A glass of vino not obligatory but most, most welcome.
Vintage silver spoons picked up for tuppence at the op shop where hammered between a towel. Such fun! Metal letter stamps and a darn good thwacking brought words to life on the smooth disks.
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