So: this is a thing, let me tell you: Sweet tomatillos!
Desperance, did you know about this?
You pick the pinkest ones (yes, they continue to ripen there in the bowl), and you coax them out of their paper, and you eat them, and they are SO GOOOOOOOOD, and sweet, and crunchy-juicy, and unlike anything else ever.
Mark found them at this farmer’s market the other day, for a dollar–he also found the farmer’s market, one we hadn’t known about–one day a week, and we will certainly be back.
In other news: there is no other news. It’s Friday night, and it’s been quite a week, and that’s all you need to know about that.