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.