This is the last stop of the bus carrying
“Judged to be judgmental” passengers.
Please, jump out and feel free to clear up
the charges sticked to your wet body.
Cuisine: Irish
Name: Tara Road
Cook: Cooking veteran Maeve Binchy
Ingredients: 639 pages of women's aspects, chasing happiness on children, husband, introversion, work, others' men, fellows' failure or Hollywood movies. One woman’s pursuit of satisfaction sprinkled on a crew of women sharing their friendship among them. As a woman, you wonder, who is the winner. So, you’ll have your answer in the end.
Where it is served: In the lazy-boy, swimming-pool, benches of parks, on green fresh smelling grasses on sunbathing, toilet, on your queen size bed before falling asleep
How: In the light of candles
Neither brains nor hearts are dignified enough to curtsy memories.
They found their place in a glass vase:
A red rose from my childhood which decorated for years our modest single room apartment,
Colourful marbles touched my lovely grand-mother fingers in our “Marble Tournament”,
and the finest sands from the “KaputaÅŸ beach” in our latest summer trip in Mediterranean coast.
They are sharing and laughing days and nights.
On the road, Betrayed Nana and Lili Pharony
came up with Mr. When I see them.
“And so?” asked Betrayed Nana. “What happened when you saw us?”
“Well, I saw a “Rose Parfait” in you” he answered.
“Really?” asked Lili Pharony and started to dance turning around.
“I can smell it.”
“Rose is not my favorite.”grumbled Betrayed Nana.
“Why don’t you come in and see it with your eyes?”
he proposed.
The birds paired him twittering in joy.