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
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Peasantly Rich
For a girl like me, it's the little things that make me smile. It's the things that you probably don't even realize you're doing that make me feel like my day suddenly got a little bit brighter. It's the things that come almost as if purely granted that make me feel like the happiest person… Continue reading Peasantly Rich