I’m afforded the best views of the open sky up here on the hill overseeing the docks below and cityscape beyond- wide open and unobstructed, daring to be nothing short of glorious. Shh, let’s not ruin it with any more words.


It may wax, it may wane, yet still it remains.
No trace of raspberry custard, though. Visited this recipe back in summer and will again, shortly. Individual ramekins make for the perfect portion. Problem? Eating just one. ♦