Sunday, July 3

Breakfast heartbreak

No bread in the house. No biscuits or tortillas, either. How did this happen?
I've got the best part of breakfast on my plate and no sopping material available. 
That puddle contains a little tomato juice and some seeds, the essence of pork (sausage grease), runny egg yolk, black pepper.
If I had a cat's tongue I could savor every last smear.

Posted by phone.

Sunday, April 17

Cashio Street Easter

Us and what we ate to ring in Spring.