I once ate the most delicious borscht at a dinner party, delicately flavoured and elegant on the tongue, made by a charming gay gentleman whose taste in needlepoint sometimes verged on the risque. I never quite got up the courage to ask him (while 'we girls' ,as he phrased us, were having show and tell of our needlework) if he chuckled while petit-pointing the wobbly bits....
There is always an education to be had in the world!
Isn't that purple and green wonderful?
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