Dad and I went to the small farmers' market that sets up in a church parking lot on Saturday mornings. It was quite a bit more sedate than the Gurna souk. But blueberries are not available in the souk and I scored the last two baskets today. Since the berry season arrived two weeks earlier than usual, I need to grab what I can when I see it.
When I came to make the crust I worked with Mom's mixing bowl and rolling pin that are (almost) as old as I am. The sense of past is a nice feeling -- particularly when baking.
And a piece of blueberry-apple pie with afternoon coffee heighten my contentment. We won't discuss its affect on my waistline. ;-)
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