I've never wanted to make hot cross buns like I do this year (they're a traditional Eastertime treat). Maybe it was these recent delicious ones that will get me in the kitchen.
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Random freshman year roommates, who thanks to a bit of creative self-description (nonsmoking, check), ended up living together in tiny spaces for two entire years.
Now, over a decade later, we're on either coast- one in New York City, the other in Seattle- but we still send each other beautiful things to appreciate each day.
Now, over a decade later, we're on either coast- one in New York City, the other in Seattle- but we still send each other beautiful things to appreciate each day.
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- Rue de Mott
- pretty, yet gross.
- Hot Afternoon, Mott St.
- Lion on Elizabeth
- Heat Seeking
- Tugboat Too, Empire Fulton Ferry State Park
- a watery commute.
- glass with class...
- Red Door, 17th St.
- handy.
- spooly.
- Bluebelly Hill
- marbley.
- Two Headed, Irving Place
- Pot Luck
- Twisted Love
- i want to be on teaspot.
- foggy morning tale.
- High Tide
- Cold Morning
- market walk, the sequel.
- Farmer's Market Walk, Union Square
- April Moonrise
- a bum rap.
- bunchy.
- El Bun
- cherry blossoms & powerlines.
- Easter Candy
- Duane St. Weirdness
- spanish flair.
- Canal St.
- chicks, these guys, and bunnies.
- The Beginning of Thompson St.
- the best of both worlds.
- milestone.
- Slice, Thompson and Spring
- summer's on its way...
- Remember Me?
- Stillness
- Salt Marsh, Early Spring
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1 comment:
buns.
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