A very short post today, probably not unwelcome after my lengthy book reviews :-)
It was Monica who took a walk in the fog the other day and showed us her beautiful pictures; incidentally, I had taken a picture of the foggy view from my kitchen window around the same time, but unlike her, I didn't go out, and so there is only this one to show:
If you compare it with the many other pictures on my blog of the same view, you'll have an idea of how dense it really was that morning.
Later that day, the sun came out and it became one of those treasured "golden" days.
And here, totally unrelated to the fog except for the word also beginning with an f, are some more Florentines for John:
I was on about Florentines not that long ago, but the ones I posted then were not the "original" ones I remember so well from my childhood.
These ones that I had at my Mum's for dessert (just one, not all three of them) after lunch on Thursday come as close to the original ones as possible. I swear they were wider back then, though, and thinner; so thin you'd have to be a bit careful in removing them from the paper bag in which they came from the bakery, so as not to break them.
So, John, how are these for Florentines?