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.