What's with the poetry in sweet potatoes? like solidified honey which retains its creaminess.
I love them baked, baked to a crisp with burnt edges with nothing save the tiniest sprinkling of salt and a drop of oil. Potato sans fards..sigh.
I just had half a cup of tea. It's the weather doing this to me. I've quaffed almost four glasses of different liquids throughout the day. Most of them slightly sweetened.
This is not good.
Tea, hot chocolate, coffee, tea.. why?
Where's my goddamn oolong?
Right, I had the option but favoured a regular ginger tea over it.
Sigh, from tomorrow then. Exercise more restraint.
I love them baked, baked to a crisp with burnt edges with nothing save the tiniest sprinkling of salt and a drop of oil. Potato sans fards..sigh.
I just had half a cup of tea. It's the weather doing this to me. I've quaffed almost four glasses of different liquids throughout the day. Most of them slightly sweetened.
This is not good.
Tea, hot chocolate, coffee, tea.. why?
Where's my goddamn oolong?
Right, I had the option but favoured a regular ginger tea over it.
Sigh, from tomorrow then. Exercise more restraint.
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