Sunday, February 2, 2014
I hadn't realized how green our Cape Town breakfasts were.
My mom bought these oversized cups for our morning coffee one summer, and then on our last trip, Vince found the jug (described, significantly, as a "custard jug." The Frenchman hoovers up South African custard in Olympic time) and bought that for her. Good for roses, too.
Knysna forest honey, and my mom's apricot jam.
My mouth waters.