Fresh Apples and Fried Plantains! Hello Saturday!

 We took a walk with Romeo and found an apple tree on Privilege Street. We each had one from the grass. A guy on a bicycle stopped to tell me the trees had not been sprayed. "I just don't want you to get sick," he said as I shined the apple and bit into it. "Thanks, it's fine," I said, "No worms," I showed him the bit open apple and he pedaled away.

When I arrived home I made fried plantains, my new favorite food.