sticky rice
he keeps avoiding
eye contact

a bowl of rapunzel he talks about love

freezing rain
spicing up
the mulled wine

moonset
replacing the cheese
in a mousetrap

eggs inside the dead trout winter rain

carbonara
the loose strand
of the waitress's hair

oh well, as much as i dislike blogger, i'm averse to FB even more...
so here we go again, at least during february