"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

Kitchen folly

Volete dei taglieri specifici per pomodori?
O dei simpatici utensili a omino?
Avete deciso che, come Elderion, non potete proprio fare a meno di sale e pepe a forma di coniglio?
O magari vi siete resi conto che la vostra vita non ha senso senza le formine per decorare il capuccino?
Ebbene questo blog, aggiornato con ammirevole regolarità da ormai un paio di anni, vi guiderà nel magico mondo degli utensili da cucina alla scoperta di tutto ciò che avreste voluto fare ma non sapevate esistesse un attrezzo specifico per farlo.

not so Holy Land

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2 Comments
  • Elderion
    Posted at 13:20h, 23 September Reply

    Oddio, se li vede Silvia li compra, lo so già!

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 08:56h, 27 September Reply

    Ora le mando un MP.

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