There – a statement that’s freighted with possible perceptions of import, but that is actually just a simple statement of fact. I have a loaf of pumpernickel from the Co-op, and…of COURSE…a VAST AMOUNT of kombucha mother. The mother has grown to fill the entire jar. Just today I bought a one-gallon fish bowl in Pet Expo to transfer part of this blobbish behemoth. I have also shared the elixir with department colleagues at our last department meeting.

Georg Philipp Friedrich von Hardenberg has approximately the same expression on his face that I have when I look at that cloth-covered jar that you gave me a while back.

And I can’t help wonder what the great still life artists of yore would make of the fruit/vegetable labels peeking out from behind the beautify orbs of bread.