Here are more variations on men's chokers made with spikes and some new skulls I got.
|Difficult to see, but these saucer-y beads are crackle matte black agate.|
|Mmmmmmmmmmmm fiddleheads. Nothing like fiddleheads, sauteed in butter and garlic,|
eaten as is or baked in a quiche!
|Kind of makes me wonder, what are clumps of ferns called? A confab of ferns, perhaps?|
Here is a picture of the local Leamington tomatoes, so sharply sweet, juicy and tangy that nothing needs to be added, which I bought at the market yesterday and taste almost -- almost -- as good as the ones I used to buy in Rome. There is nothing in the world like Italian tomatoes, especially when they're bought from one of the little neighbourhood street markets early in the morning. In the meantime, until I have a plane ticket to Rome, I am very happy to have found these, albeit greenhouse grown. If this is their greenhouse quality, imagine what the field tomatoes are going to be like!
Thanks for looking!