It was blowing snow and minus 8 as I walked up the hill, head down, barely able to breathe. But I walk in the door and am rewarded with bruschetta before dinner - a little taste of summer in winter. With fresh basil from my very own plant, these finger licking good morsels were gone in a heartbeat.
This is the new kid in town - an earthy and well sized bowl made with clay from the banks of the Fraser River, the leaf design reminding me of where it began it's life.
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