This story has nothing and yet everything to do with roasted strawberry milkshakes. Regardless, I’m going to tell it if for the only reason that I can’t get it out of my head until I get it onto paper (or the screen as the case may be). Gabe and I sat down to a simple… Read more »
“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you… I could walk through my garden forever.” – Alfred Tennyson And in this garden of mine we would picnic everyday, as we did the other night. There would always be stiff Manhattans in the flask, sweet strawberry cupcakes in hand and rich chocolate… Read more »
