[[there is no art so subtle as a brick to the face]]
Sakura's birthday present, sent by overnight mail to arrive on the afternoon of his birthday.
Two hand-blown cobalt glass bowls.
One bottle of infused olive oil.
Two packages of farfalle.
The message, nested neatly in the basket.
On a lotus blank card.
An olive branch seemed a bit unwieldy a gift, and it tastes better extracted. It's been a long time since I've had the chance to try to decide what to get for someone who doesn't give much clue about what gift might suit his fancy. I regret that fact.
The bowls looked almost too pretty to think to ever use, but if you get the notion, I'd be more than happy to cook the contents for you.