Garlic. Limes. Bliss.
Garlic. Limes. Bliss.
There’s nothing to surpass the heady aroma of garlic toasting in the skillet—unless it is that same scent combined with that of fresh limes. It was difficult not to rhapsodize as I minced and squeezed. I announced to my siblings that I am moving to the Mediterranean. Second Brother is coming with me, but the rest are skeptical.
“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...”
olive oil Romantic guitar citrus groves feta cheese lavender crusty artisan bread homemade pasta Italian opera cured olives al fresco dining garlic oregano basil white bed sheets fish Andrea Bocelli sun dresses sunshine sea breezes Slow Food amber grapes garbanzo beans cilantro pita bread cultural art local architecture colorful boats rosemary courtyards terra cotta
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ELISSA said...
Mmm... ooh, now you’re making me want to move to the Mediterranean! ;-)
I was wondering if you get the magazine Herb Quarterly? We got two issues the quarter, so I was wondering if you would like our extra copy. If you do, I’ll send it along with my next letter!! —Elissa
Saturday, May 1, 2010 03:13 PM
HANDMAIDEN said...
Shall I make that three tickets, then, for the Mediterranean? ;-)
A copy of the Herb Quarterly would be a great treat! Thank you so much for thinking of me, Elissa.
Monday, May 3, 2010 02:09 PM
HANDMAIDEN said...
If Lilly makes your lives happier, I will not grudge her. ;-)
Saturday, May 8, 2010 11:01 AM
LITTLEST SISTER said...
No, make that four tickets. I am going with you. :-)
Wednesday, June 2, 2010 05:51 PM
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