At this time of year in the kitchen of our compact but adorable sity apartment, when I boil water for vegetables, my cigarette smoke mixes with the steam and condenses against the wall to turn the paintwork from bright, Summery blues into the nicotene yellow of a caramel custard topping.
I love it.
That Cake. - She can't be left alone in the kitchen. The last time I saw the cake it had its bare bottom in the air, and was being bathed in Armagnac. Now I find th...
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