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 Bons 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…

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