kitchening, if I may say so,that is cooking dinner for the comfortable dog.
a thick soup, or a thin pilaff, depending on the observer
bebop jazz, sixhundred milliliters of cinnamon rooibos tea and the dawn entering the kitchen window through naked branches and yellowish leaves.
my "magpie" waitting for her dinner:
we are two extraordinary chefs :)
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