you say, “clafoutis…”

. Clafoutis by Beth Somerford I will whisk for my new love a creamy batter, sweet and rich, its almond tang an undertone that catches in my throat. Then I shall wait another night to lay the foaming blanket over reddish marbles rolling; over dark unpitted fruits. Once baked into a solid spume we’ll break itsContinue reading “you say, “clafoutis…””