16.4.11

Day #3 It's a tradition









My mother made these colorful flags when I was a kid. She squeezed them in her handmade-rum-balls made of biscuit and chocolate. Now I'm thirty two, and I made the same colorful flags with the same method as she did, and I squeezed them in my son's cocktail satay.

Isn't it a lovely tradition?

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