and what about a birthday with bread ?
La torta di mele come comfort food, ok. ma c’è qualcosa di più buono del pane caldo appena fatto ?
Happy birthday Little Wing.
When I’m sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
It’s alright, she says, it’s alright
Take anything you want from me
Fly on, little wing
Warning: if you start listening, probably you won’t be able to stop. It’s addictive. Like freshmade bread.
Strawberries are nicer, so red… and I thought I could put them on a cake, but I’m not sure they would taste so nice when baked.
So I decided for a classic, my lovely apple pie. Just added some walnut crumble and a few late peaches slices for a change.
And it’s so good.
Good like a sunny autumn day… with those nice colors and perfume…
I was thinking to my sweetie, Nora, again. She really was so sweet and it’s so unfair that she’s gone. Only Eric Clapton could make some velvet music for my mood. Autumn music… for falling leaves
The falling leaves drift by my window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sunburned hands, I used to hold
Since you went away, the days grow long
And soon I’ll hear old winter’s song
But I miss you most of all, my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
And please: don’t say Friday 13 is bad. My Thursday was worse.