In a salad state of mind!

Na hallo fruende! Another wonderful week and I must say that it has been very healthy. You see, I just had another rendezvous with food and guess what? It had so much more to say!Every time I have a brush with food, I believe it to be the last of our ‘chance meetings,’ and as…

The pink salad bowl.

“Cold, icy hands tug at my coat as I make my way through the white facades on the block. They brush through my hair and are coalesced in my foggy breath. The very last leaves on the trees desperately hold on as the wind tries to pull them down. The cold barren landscape is covered…