While scrounging around in my kitchen cupboards the other day, I found an unexpected treasure, my mortar and pestle. It was like finding a twinkle in the night sky....
It crushed the dried oregano hanging in my pantry so beautifully, before it was tossed into the red beans and rice....
I felt as if I was kissed. The most fascinating part, the little lip on its porcelain edge.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
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