Sunday, January 07, 2007

theory, sunday smells, pink onions

Heidi remembers meeting her grandfather when he was rather the worse for wear, trying with difficulty to get his front door key into the lock, and saying: "Theoretically I'm already in bed".

In the blustery wind this afternoon, a whiff of Sunday-lunch.

Some small, firm, slightly pink, slightly sweet onions from Brittany called Rosé de Roscoff.

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