“Lascia sempre vagare la fantasia,
È sempre altrove il piacere:
E si scioglie, solo a toccarlo, dolce, …
Come le bolle quando la pioggia picchia; 39 more words
I just discovered that horseradish has its own International Horseradish Festival in Illinois. Yum. Who’s with me?
John “Keats’ letters preserve his contributions to literary history, but they also contain a surprising moment in culinary history: one of the first mentions of a roast beef sandwich in print. 150 more words
We took a beautiful walk in the Wilbrink forest today. It’s that wonderful time when you can feel the transition from summer to autumn in nature: the air is still warm and carries the earthy smell of the sunlight on the ground, but there is also the occasional whiff of a stinkhorn and the strong scent of humus, moist with evaporating morning dew. 414 more words
I like to assign tarot cards to fictional characters and historical individuals. It’s an enjoyable exercise, and useful in that it helps me get better acquainted with the cards. 1,034 more words