The bounty of a Kyrgyz summer is enough to make me fancy myself a food photographer.
Editorial note: We have meat bees here. One of the kids so named them. I did not want to signal the meat bees that it was time to feast. If this sounds like a photo faux pas excuse, it is.
And then we had dessert.
Ah, summer. You are redeemed.
P.S. Thanks for stopping by after so many post-less weeks. My computer died dead and internet in Jbad died zombie dead. Right now I'm using data and a hot spot, but that is cost prohibitive. Just know that I haven't forgotten y'all.
More when we get our techie act together. ***