Good morning all you beautiful people !!
What an abyss between having an impression and having to express! I guess our sardonic fate—to have feelings on part with William Wordsworth, and yet to talk about them like desperate salesmen or arrogant teenagers. I think we are practicing alchemy backwards; touch gold and it turns into stone; touch pure songs of experience, and they turn into the verbal synonym of poppycock and hogwash.
How about some Breakfast now !
Chickpea batter crepe, seasoned with spices and stuffed with sprout salad. Topped with a dip of roasted bell pepper, yogurt and tahini.