fineprnt

I went to the market today, and have returned with the spoils:

One Honey Mustard and Onion Pretzels
A box of silced mushrooms
A bag of white rice
A tin of petite smoked oysters
Four kiwis and
Three piece of plum-variety fruit

Together these elements will eventually create, well, something.

In other news, the weather is being silly. I can see the snowline, about a half-mile above the house. The rain is trying so hard to turn into snow here, but alas, it's not having much luck. But I have hope.