We all know the song made famous by Dean Martin. However, on Friday night, I figured out where he got it all wrong. It is indeed not the moon resembling a pizza pie hitting your eye that announces “amoré”. Oh no, it was the gourmet hamburgers we were dished up at the Mulderbosch movie night. I’d go so far as to say that this was the true realisation of “Eat. Pray. Love.” All in one fell and saucy swoop, before the movie had even started.
But the love continued, as it was washed down with some tasty red wine (it was too dark to see the label, but that just sounds like a really good excuse to go back) while sitting on a wonderfully vast expanse of lawn under an even more vast expanse of clear Continue reading
Tangled Pretzel 