Not exact matches
I wanted to make some muffins to take along to the football a few weekends back and I had some juicy, ripe pears sitting in my
fruit bowl (which is actually a three - tiered cake
stand, but that's a
little off topic!)
Get your
little one a few sets of wooden
fruits and veggies, a register and maybe even a farmer's market
stand and watch them learn their numbers in no time.
One of the best parts about summer road trips is stumbling upon
little farm
stands piled high with ripe stone
fruits (and if you're lucky, homemade pie!).
A
little bit of honey lets the
fruit stand out and makes it even tastier.
Ania and I went to buy bread and in one block's distance we saw about 15 tales of insanity, drug abuse and poverty: a homeless man with one leg shooting up on the pavement; an old women dragging 50 filthy plastic bags, vomiting into the sewer grate; five tranny hookers sitting in a hotel stairwell, wearing nothing but g - strings, making cat calls at the passing traffic; a crackhead walking in circles, talking out loud to no one in front of a
fruit stand;
little boys, none older than 11, all huffing shoe glue out of black plastic bags to get a 10 - minute high; and a group of plump ladies sorting through garbage in the street, looking for old produce that can be re-bagged and re-sold at discount prices.
Wonderful
little Gumm Lonely Club was named not after Juicy
Fruit but rather the owner himself, a laid - back guy offering four budget rooms in a wooden house
standing on stilts beside the mangrove - lined canal.
I love
little potted plants on my windowsill & flresh flowers and fresh
fruits, either in bowls on on cake
stands