Tuesday, May 04, 2010

Sadly, Teresa, who's food I adore on Saturdays at the market (tomato pie, the bread I use for bruschetta, the cinnamon rolls!) died last week in her sleep-I don't know her age, but thought her certainly no older than me and probably younger. There was a wreath and a note in her spot at the market. I'll miss her a bunch. She was always pleasant and her food so yummy. Definitely a hole in my gastronomic life and Saturday tradition.


Sue said...

Oh Beth. How sad. It's odd how we connect with people and they make a spot in our lives that goes empty when they aren't there.

donna said...

Beth, I'm so sorry about Teresa. I'm sure market day was not the same after reading the note, but what sweet (literally) memories you have of her.