Looking out my Backdoor: When does a cucumber become a pickle?

Despite the fact that we here in Jalisco, Mexico, are still sizzling in a seemingly never-ending, garden killing, daily breaking records heatwave, I promised myself not to write about weather today.

What else is there to write about? Ah, ha! Friendship.

Michelle’s sister Susan is here visiting for a few days, so the women asked if I’d like to go to breakfast with them the other morning. We decided to go to our favorite coffee shop, Molletes.

When they came to pick me up, Michelle and Susan bailed out of their car, and both came through my gate laden with bundles. Michelle was worried about me...