Of bliss; I'm dying of bliss. Fresh-baked rye bread and gruyere/emmenthaler Swiss fondue. I can now authoritatively state that dying of bliss is not a bad way to go.
(No, I didn't make fondue yet. This was the very last bit of the previous batch of fondue. I'm not at all fond of my cheese grater right now.)
(No, I didn't make fondue yet. This was the very last bit of the previous batch of fondue. I'm not at all fond of my cheese grater right now.)
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