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Flame of the Ainulindalë
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You know you are getting old when food becomes a pleasure... like a garden to some.
![]() But I can't not-share this with you. The first chanterells are here! I was going to my neighbourhood grocery when I spotted a woman selling fresh stuff outside the market, like sugar-peas, strawberries, cherries... and chanterells! I bought some small fresh potatoes (those basically without any skin at all available only now as the season is on), some unsmoked bacon, shallot-onions and cream. That was heavenly indeed! Just add salt and pepper... Felt like summer! In this world of advanced market-economy where you basically can have any ingredient all over the year this kind of things uplift one's mind... This surely can't be done in December!
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Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet... |
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