My mother pointed out to me today that I haven't updated my blog since Christmas, and I didn't believe her until I looked at it today. Oops. Then she begged me to put up some new pictures, so here you go, Sal (she likes it when you call her Sal).
I didn’t mean to get so carried away making focaccia over the last few
months, but don’t I always say that? As if I forget how easily I get
consumed with...
Depending on the region, and though the celebration has no official status,
spring is often celebrated in Algeria by sharing what's fresh and local, be
...
That I am. I'm a big boy. Don't I look like one (especially with my new
haircut)? I've come a long way! I'm TWO years old now. I even go to nursery
school...
2 comments:
HATE the Sal thing, just for the record.
She's lying. She really *does* like it when you call her Sal.
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