Jack Jr. loves the market – all the attention his flirty ways get him and all the little tastes of food. He’ll eat things off a toothpick he’d never try at home! He picked out his own market basket, and now insists on filling it with fruit and veg.
We aren’t “regulars” yet – greeted by name, and orders filled amongst chatting about family and children away at college. Maybe next summer? Or maybe you have to have lived in our town a few more years. Nonetheless, I’m going to miss this in a few months.