Lemon Buttermilk Pound Cake
Cutting the lemon the knife leaves a little cathedral: alcoves unguessed by the eye that open acidulous glass to the light; topazes riding the droplets, altars, aromatic facades. –Pablo Neruda I’ve always…
Food, Photography and Bon Mots
Cutting the lemon the knife leaves a little cathedral: alcoves unguessed by the eye that open acidulous glass to the light; topazes riding the droplets, altars, aromatic facades. –Pablo Neruda I’ve always…
