1 min readSep 19, 2016
The moon has a job to do. Whoever thought of putting it like that but you?
You made my day. And night.
Goodnight, moon. Good night, Tré.
The moon has a job to do. Whoever thought of putting it like that but you?
You made my day. And night.
Goodnight, moon. Good night, Tré.
A chef writing about cooking & eating in the High Desert. Food for hundreds? No problem. For one? A different story. My story.