They are ripe now, here in the mountains of WNC. Gorgeous fat pearls, nestled in small baskets. So gorgeous, in fact, that I acquired some yesterday.
Dreams of scones, of muffins, of buckle all danced in my silly head.
I rinsed them well and picked through the few bad ones.
Monday, I thought, I will have some leisure time. Time to make something warm, sweet, possibly crusty.
The dreams! The dreams!
Alas, I had a few at breakfast, unable to wait for my usual oatmeal. Throughout the day of writing and catching up with email, I munched. My daughter munched, too. And now there are simply not enough to do anything with.
Except, perhaps....more munching.
Still early enough to get more, but what will be their delicious fate?
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