by Ingrid Beer
December 23, 2012
As the Eve of Christmas descends upon us, And the snowflakes trip and flutter on the gusts of wind outside, We ask daddy if he would build us a fire in the hearth To keep us comfy and toasty inside. The kitchen stove is a steam engine, Piping hot with all burners aglow; Dinner’s simmering, [...]
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by Ingrid Beer
December 16, 2012
There is very little more appealing to partake in, very little more sumptuous a thing to put on the tongue, than a delectable morsel that is only eaten on a special occasion—at least in my mind. Somehow, that morsel just seems to hold within it the wonderful flavor of desire, that fragrant essence of anticipation, [...]
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