Thursday, February 3, 2011

Sinking Ponds

-ten minutes of solitude at Sinking Ponds watching sugary crystals glide across crème brûlée snow
-the smell of playdough
-warming forty toes by the woodstove
-resting my head on Rob's shoulder while he plucked away at the ukulele
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  1. Bill MFebruary 5, 2011 at 12:20 AM

    Great first line, Amy - poetry!

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  2. Amy BGFebruary 5, 2011 at 1:54 PM

    Thank you. And it got me thinking if there might be a vegan crème brûlée recipe. I'm sure you are bound to try it before me, so let me know how it is!

    http://vegangoodeats.com/2010/07/la-creme-brulee-sans-la-dairy-pour-le-vegan/

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