Grace prepared dinner, the other evening. Her littlest one was asked to escort me to the store, long enough to procure some ingredients for Grace’s “pico de gallo.”
So I noted some of the recipe, I mean, it was easy, as I had the list for the store, tomatoes, three or four big jalapeno, two white onions, couple of bunches of cilantro, and, might as well get a few avocados….
So the littlest Leo was with me, and she made a concerted effort to open a door in my face, “Oops, did I almost hit you?”
So that was the list, I guess she chopped it all up, Complained about my avocado selection, too, “Kramer, you’re supposed to look for the soft ones, not the ones that feel artificial. These are too firm, they don’t feel life-like.”
The images from this trip start here. It’s a long tale.
Laeti edimus qui nos subigant!
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