
the mother of all mussels. soon to be in my stomach.
i harvested lots of mussels on my mission to inspect the mcbeth's old hippy commune home before all of their family came in for easter.
"All by myself I have to go, With none to tell me what to do -- All alone beside the streams And up the mountain-sides of dreams." RLS
LOVE, LOVE, LOVE THESE PHOTOS. KEEP EM COMIN. MAMA DEB
ReplyDeleteYes, but what KIND of steak????
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Love your blog, Mark--we're all saving for New Zealand now :-D
xxxoooAunt Cathy in cold, grey, drizzy Seattle