After a porky lunch I fell asleep by accident. Woke up just in time for tea. Had three slices of the apple cake with a cup of medium strong tea. The bluntly sharp flavour of cinnamon against the mellow flavour of French butter was a perfect background for the many morceaux of baked, sweet apples.
Seen from a distance, life does appear to be a mosaic of dots and spots and sploshes on the canvas of time doesn't it? The French - ah oui! the gastronomic philosophers - are geniuses to have invented the passé composé-imparfait pair of tenses in their language as a vehicle to desribe the very dots and sploshes on our canvas.
I sat myself down in the living room infront of the TV. At the blunt end of the cathode tube, some animated dark circles were dancing around, against a maroon background.
They were talking about Hamlet on BBC.
Seen from a distance, life does appear to be a mosaic of dots and spots and sploshes on the canvas of time doesn't it? The French - ah oui! the gastronomic philosophers - are geniuses to have invented the passé composé-imparfait pair of tenses in their language as a vehicle to desribe the very dots and sploshes on our canvas.
I sat myself down in the living room infront of the TV. At the blunt end of the cathode tube, some animated dark circles were dancing around, against a maroon background.
They were talking about Hamlet on BBC.
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Laurent
Shouldn't you give us the recipe of this marvelous apple and cinnamon cake ;)?
Attention ! Tu entres dans la vacuité en regardant la télé ! Alors, le cake a l'air bon, mais l'est-il vraiment - et de son propre côté ?
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