Saturday past was my first day flying totally solo at Farmers Market management table, as our manager wasn’t feeling too good.
Couldn’t have done it without my breakfast vegan cruffin : a croissant and a muffin which got married in Kimberley’s Guesthouse Kitchen. See it there right next to the EBT machine, (about to be eaten).
And, of course, I finally remembered to make a record of my spice trade side hustle: seems I’m a hot chile pepper and garlic mert too.
In my secret life (cue Leonard Cohen)