Fall around here makes for some lovely bike riding so I hit up my neighborhood produce market for a few things including
nagaimo (more about this facination yam soon..) and a bag of sunny mandarins. No gossips mags in this shop just pickles and eggs, so like a good impulsive shopper I bought myself a bag while thinking
How in the hell are you gonna keep those from breaking?
And as I if my ever-attentive checker heard my thoughts of disbelief me she placed my precious cargo into this:
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and the girl was happy.
p.s.- My egg experiences (besides packaging) have been blissful. Check out my yolk.
