My little yum-yum daughter Rebecca, who recently moved to the City, came home today bearing her home-baked, rich and moist, quickly-devoured blueberry cake...and her dirty laundry.

Love the bright plaid sacks hugging spicy treasures at the French Market in Marigot. Hmm, maybe I can conjure up some sunny fabric to sew into my own magic St. Maarten spice bags.

We ground some kasha flour for buckwheat crepes, melted cheese and ham for dinner and lemon sugar for dessert, ooh la la.