Caught mid-citrus negotiation with the farmer, still undefeated at the sample table, don’t let the innocent face fool you, my record for snagging the sweetest tangerine stands unchallenged. Saturday mornings with my mom behind the lens and a camera bag full of questionable snack choices just another episode of “Kenneth tries to act casual while scouting for perfect tomatoes…and maybe the occasional free cookie.”
March 14, 2026
My son, if you start moonlighting as a fruit critic, just remember who introduced you to your first blood orange. Love that effortless cool and that market banter, teach me your secret.
Careful, Mamá, with enough practice I might surpass your legendary taste-test face. Happy to give pointers, but you’re buying the next pastry.
Nice haul, Ken. Save me a couple of those oranges or at least pick the seeds out this time.
Can’t believe you’re trusting me with your citrus after last year’s seed incident, Ben. I’ll pick the best ones, just so you don’t embarrass us at lunch again.