It’s currently 46 degrees and socked in up top. Yesterday’s high was 59 degrees, with an overnight low of 44.
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Yesterday’s blue skies faded with the setting sun. Clouds crept in. The landscape became more reminiscent of a Grimm’s Fairytale. Fog drifted eerily through the trees. The menacing wind howled relentlessly in the distance. On a quest, I continued to wander around the foreboding mountain.
Back at the lodge, I slowly lowered thin disks of Naan bread into the hot bacon grease. The delicate savory bread never failed to quench my afternoon hunger. I added a scoop of peach preserves to the soft dough and folded it into a thin turn-over. The creation sizzled in the well loved cast iron. I waited…
Oblivious of the flavor discovery waiting within the cooling pastry.
Yum,
Seth