Et à maison pour un dîner de soupe de prosciutto, escarole et les raviolis frais de jambon.
Miam-Miam = French for Yummy!
Bisous,
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9 comments:
Looks yummy! Love the cheese...
Looks so yummy - especially the cheese. Wonderful pictures - makes me want to paint! If only I had a space to explore... willing to create one to share.
this has to be your 'blue period' obviously . . early morning or late evening . . . I suspect the latter as you are not known to be an 'early riser'! but lovely pictures - appreciated
Anon -- Thanks for the compliments, but you'll have to reveal yourself if you want to think about sharing space...
D -- Yes, they are from last evening's walk, bien sur! Thanks for the words of appreciation.
Soup is miam-miam in all languages.
I say, slurp slurp!
How did I miss these? Was I not looking and checking in anticipation? Oh. I went somewhere and didn't look or even turn on the computer! LOVE the soup, and the blue!
xoxoLC
Ms Moon & LC -- We are soup kitchen ladies all, me thinks. There is something so soothing about putting the soup together, nurturing even before the first bite is taken in.
Beautiful blues that don't make me blue at all. Love the downward picture of your feet and the texture of the ground.
Annie -- Yes, amazing how blue the light was at twilight on this winter evening, non? Thanks for dropping by!
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