I need some inconsistency

An amalgamation of content: the aim not to politicise, but exercise. I'll think aloud about politics, technology, current news, as well as being a gay boy and what that really entails.

Monday, January 12, 2004

My sister made Focaccia, a bread which is easier to eat than it is to spell

I love focaccia, especially when made in SUCH a beutiful and warm and oily way. In this case I'll use the one word which under all other circumstances I hate: yummy.
Just look at those tomatoes and there's a load of rock salt sprinkled around it so that you crunch into a lump (granule?) every-so-often. Perfect. It had come out of the oven about thirty seconds before I took this photo. Toasty warm.


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