I catch myself in a daydream, my marbled hazel eyes peering through a raindrop dotted window. Trees sit still in the dark morning light, shadows no where in sight. A cup of hot black tea...
Read More →Another knock at the door and the loud, delightfully-britsh host – my uncle – answers with his typical crass, sarcastic welcome, “So I see you have finally decided to arrive.” The van Kraayenburg side of...
Read More →Placed delicately between the sugars, leavening agents and yeast on one side and the chocolates, cocoa powders, chopped nuts and oats on the other side is a twelve foot by six foot display cherishing the...
Read More →Ubiquitous among breakfast shops, tucked away inns and quaint bed and breakfasts is the oversized, berry laden, homemade blueberry muffin. Days beg to begin with something so sweet and delicious. Mouths yearn for the pop...
Read More →Ubiquitous among breakfast shops, tucked away inns and quaint bed and breakfasts is the oversized, berry laden, homemade blueberry muffin. Days beg to begin with something so sweet and delicious. Mouths yearn for the...
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