Clementine Dust

Today was one of those mornings where the only place in life that felt safe & secure was the kitchen. Maybe it’s knowing that March is on the horizon, and brings with it spring. Perhaps it’s the 66ºF temperature we’re expecting today (hello, climate change deniers). It’s also rather grey here today which is always a slow drain on my mood.

The kitchen, though, well, being there is truly the most healing place for my soul. Last night I caught site of some dried up looking clementines. They were rather juicy, even though the skins had wrinkled up, and begun to harden a bit. It reminded me of a post on Instagram last week from Giulia of Jul’s Kitchen, so I decided to peel the rinds off, and set them about to dry out. Continue reading…

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