
I still haven't quite got over how much more accessible absolutely everywhere seems when you have your own car. I started this little series of entries because actually being able to get to the import supermarket was a special occasion that deserved some recognition, but now we're free to go there whenever we like. But even though our visits are more frequent now, its supply of fruit from other dimensions in space and time has not been exhausted, and this was what I decided to bring back with us last week.
( What's my fruit? )