Someone has stolen two-thirds of the nectarines from my tree. The ones closest to the house and up high are still there – the rest are but a juicy longing teasingly left on the tip on my tongue.
Two-Bit Tart
Chronicles of Culinary Vice
Someone has stolen two-thirds of the nectarines from my tree. The ones closest to the house and up high are still there – the rest are but a juicy longing teasingly left on the tip on my tongue.
Two-Bit Tart 