Breakfast of fruit, berry cake.
This was one of the last days I could fit my pudgy feet into my shoes. I'm now in a flip-flops only stage.
Experimental cooking can be a source of deep joy--or agony--depending on how it turns out. The perfect meal shared with a good companion puts me in a deliciously good mood. But unhealthy, un-tasty, untimely meals put me in a frump. This is my quest for good foods and good moods.
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