I love edible things. They are yum. Even flowers. Especially accompanied by good bubbles such as I had last week.
I started with the fish soup…
…followed by the mushroom and gorgonzola ravioli…
…and there was also dessert but I forgot to take a pic – it did include white chocolate mousse…
Off course, it was all washed down with good bubbles.
I sure do take a lot of photos of food.
Writing is supposed to become easier when it is done to express rather than impress. With the latter, to impress, the inner critic comes out, editing in real-time. With the former, to express, it comes out easily and unfiltered. I might have mentioned in a post many moons ago that to write unfiltered takes courage…because…
…and every day I pick up the quill, gingerly dip it into the slippery inkwell of inspiration to catch dripping thoughts before they fall away into the dark depths of the soul.
