Carrot Heads

 

The cupboard was bare yet again … two busy ladies who regularly forgot to shop! And in the outback the grocery stores shut early.

So Rita was creating a delicious cake from a few old carrots and a bit of flour for desert tonight. No eggs so the last of our honey went in, she was a whizz at making something out of so little.

A local from a large station and an art teacher she was practical and creative. Dan our handsome gay mate would propose that night and two kids later we realised we had misjudged him!

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