
THE SCENE I scrunched up my face, trying to remember. We were standing at the farmer's market on opening day, people milling about us like ants, everyone grabbing at the last of the produce before the farmers packed their bags. Alexandra tucked 2 giant bunches of shiny green onions behind her stroller - only $3.00 at closing time. I'd paid $2.00 for 1 bunch an hour earlier. "Oh, yes - I can't believe I forgot!" I said to Alexandra, "The dessert is going to be hot mangoes in … [Read more...]

























