Seems I didn’t need to make that little trip to the Market, afterall.
Thanks to my neighbor. She’s the one-in-the-same bread school lady you met here earlier. I didn’t even have to make all nice-y-nice about how wonderful her tomatoes were coming along. She just offered them up. No strings. The best kind of “free.”
Pssst. I feel I should tell you that this picture was chosen among several, not so much that it was the best one, but because it was the only one that didn’t show all the various food stuff remnants adhered to the counter.
Someone’s gotta look out for Kaukab’s daughter.