REDWALL READER SPOTTED

REDWALL READER????

I was a very picky eater as a child, but nothing—NOTHING—sounded better than Redwall feasts. The tarts? The fish? Sometimes I would stop and remind myself that I wouldn’t like those things, actually, because I’d get excited at the idea of the food and then disappointed that I couldn’t create it. (Now that I’ve mostly grown out of it, I would try everything with high hopes of liking it. I could… try to recreate some of it, perhaps..?)