There was the sun through the window banged to forget the cold wind and make me wish for a more distant spring yet, punctuated daffodils, green grass and rhubarb pie Rose scented with cardamom ... One Saturday
quickly passed, choose between this car will be mine for a long way, this big boy who returns Auvergne finally relaxed after the results of partial and always challenging chore of shopping for the week when I forget to paste biscuit creams burned Sunday. A vanilla bean will do!
Evening studded gossip, gentle warmth of the hearth, the smell of cedar.
Family meals, beautiful diners, verbal jousting, laughter, rillettes of rabbit with tarragon, lamb confit, sweet crème brûlée, confidences and snow peaches, a moment of happiness that vanishes A Sunday smile ... makes you stronger ...
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