Cook Daydreams A Year
Sauces for and from pith of wood and fields hollow simmer low, then quiver far and wide in a bronzed Pan cast upon my flames Beneath the visage of beast plays mastery through feast lust and flute, adoration and faith unto the water nymph he savors her song Stir, stirring, whirling... tomato, anise,... Sign in to see full entry.