Words come so easy...

Especially when given some ketchup and lousy garlic sauce ;) And although it wasn’t the most challenging and time-consuming action itself... the very idea was indeed. And although my right-from-the-bottom-of-the-heart inscription (which is - by the way - “Krzyś <3”)> can be hardly visible we both knew what I meant and enjoyed the most delicious birthday cake’s substitute (I wouldn’t have born three cakes). Della Casa may do as meat(y) is one of ingredients (who invented pizza without any kind of meat anyway?)… and (extra) sweetcorn was there for me.

Limited edition

I came up with it a month before (this is how excited I was about the thing). And since I hate trivial gifts (doesn’t trivial mean boring?) it had to be well-thought-out (especially when somebody adores pizza). It was to have had a birthday candle in the middle but sheepishly speaking I was too shy to do it in a(n) (empty) pizzeria (but he still had his birthday candle the day before).

NS suburban ;]

Woe betide you who thinks that was it. A birthday card and a black and white gift which happily fits him presented me in a favourable light even more.

Guess ;p

My dearly beloved staple. Since ever. Seriously, more often I happen to believe I was simply born to live on chocolate. My biggest (right next to my remaining two others n. b. just as sweet as the character) love. Not that I am unaware of all those unhealthies (neologism, do not correct) I may encounter or I have so far. Well… love is blind.

Insight into my heart

The very one here comes from a wedding reception. A gift from cooks and to be perfectly honest chocolate fountain’s leftovers (how terrible a ‘leftovers’ word sounds in this context). A jar-packed prog? (in my case a jug would be appropriate… a bucket? ;))

Hold it tight

So my elaborate idea to fight (just a little bit) an addiction to sweets did not work out as I (must?) work on the chocolate now.