Also, this morning we introduced my Onie* to kiwi and mango. She had never tried either. She liked both quite a lot. She's 94. I really hope that I'm finding new things just as delightful when I'm 94.
It also highlights for me how much the world has changed, that she could get to 94 and never try a kiwi fruit before, or a mango. I don't remember the first time I had either. They've just always been there. "Always" is apparently a lot less than 94 years.
I lied to
It's very hard for me to be modest about my rosemary buns. Especially with that tomato goop Byerly's sells.
*My Onie is my oldest great-aunt, for those of you who did not buy the souvenir scorecard at the gate. She's widowed and has no children, so she has her holidays and so on with us. "Onie" is from "Aunt Leona" becoming "Annie Ona" and then "Onie." It's also Japanese for "demon," which is not entirely inappropriate. But not in a bad way.