Two Steamy Hot Grannies for One

As a child, I did not enjoy apples. Not even honey-sweet fuji's, so don't even let me see that malicious green of granny smiths. Nor did I, as a child, see the light and succumb to the revelation of coconut. And "give me wheat", I said "give me white flour" I said. What are oats?… Continue reading Two Steamy Hot Grannies for One

Gateau Fuji

If lovely had been a fruit, what would it look like? I think apples when I see the word lovely. Lovely is a young lady shy of seventeen years, blushing a pastel pink. Lovely is a grandmother beyond seven tens, eyes green and bright smiling through round spectacles. Lovely is a rising star, her talons… Continue reading Gateau Fuji