Where to begin with this?
Perhaps with the pretty porcelain plates. There's a new potter in town. No, not a new arrival. Rather, someone who grew up in the village and over the last few years has, I guess, come home and is finding his niche.
I like pairs, so I had to have two. You'll notice the colours are different. I fell in love with both - and the mandala-cum-dream-catcher design.
Simon tells me these were not just his first attempt but also his first sale. At the market last Saturday. If they are an indication of talent and what he has yet to do...
So, I used them - as I do. Twice in a day, and filled them also with market fare for a #meatfreemonday.
First up, pickled fish. The Husband was delighted to discover that I had saved some that I had made for the market. For us.
Then, supper.
Trish's delicious falafel (from my freezer stash) and tzatziki.
All to be eaten off porcelain prettiness - with accompaniments, of course!
The pita, which I began on Sunday evening, from sourdough discard, are the best I have made. Yes, like so much baking with natural yeast, one has to plan. And do the plan.
To coin an old phrase from the A Team's Hannibal: "I love it when a plan comes together!"
Post script: I am trying to participate in 
This is Day 11
Until next time, be well
Fiona
The Sandbag House
McGregor, South Africa
Photo: Selma
Post script
If this post might seem familiar, it's because I'm doing two things:
@artywink
@hive.blog and Canva.