There's no escaping the human look on the face of a fish.
What a good word for the English Autumn is the American Fall! Today the leaves are falling fast and the trunks and branches of the trees in the Grove show through the remaining leaves like limbs through diaphonous garments.
In the greengrocer's is a box of freshly cooked beetroot. You smell the steam.
2 comments:
We are a family divided by beetroot. I like it, V doesn't. The main course of my brunch consists of two slices of toast, buttered, smeared with Philly cream cheese, topped with Tesco beetroot salad. The latter includes shavings of carrot and onion and would probably be highly prized if it didn't come from the soi disant Britain's biggest discounter.
Raw beetroot cut into cubes and roasted is good and might even convert V to accepting the root.
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