With the onset of Fall, one’s thoughts turn to the changing of leaves, the carving of pumpkins, the laughter of children as they emerge from the corn, eyes aglow with a fierce blue light...
I can hear it. The guy furiously churning for twenty minutes, only to open the lid of the barrel and say:
“I can’t believe is not butter!”
Oh, man – that is a good one, Cookie :D
I can hear it. The guy furiously churning for twenty minutes, only to open the lid of the barrel and say:
“I can’t believe is not butter!”
Oh, man – that is a good one, Cookie :D