Morn on the mountain, like a summer bird, Lifts up her purple wing, and in the vales The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer, Kisses the blushing leaf, and stirs up life Within the solemn woods of ash deep-crimsoned, And silver beech, and maple yellow-leaved, Where Autumn, like a faint old man, sits down By the wayside a-weary
She wore her hair down in a soft wave, with her trademark middle parting
It starts with rich, buttery homemade cornbread as the base, then comes alive with a curated blend of herbs and seasonings
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When everything is as smooth as possible, add in the olive oil two tablespoons at a time (you should really do it one at a time but who has time for that also I tested it and it made no difference) and blend until incorporated