Ah my dear friends! Your welcoming comments went straight to my heart. Yes, even you who offered amazing discounts on hair-loss treatment and erectile dysfunctionment.
A side effect of my glamourous listlessness, I still haven’t taken the time to make final arrangements on the blog. But then again, that’s more fun for the weeks to come, isn’t it.
Instead I’ve decided to make jams.
It’s not the proper kind, not the real deal, the one that you let boil in huge copper pans and then leave in your basements for a couple of months for it to develop it perfect flavour. You make it, you scoff it (tu le fais, tu le bâfres). Fast, preferably, because it doesn’t keep well due to the low amount of sugar used. Shame ain’t it (ça craint, non).
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