This still-life was really our breakfast--the day after the Elders ate with us (not much food left). We love this red-orange fruit, called the Quaquí ([kah-kee]). It looks like a not-so ripe tomato, tastes like a mix of apple and cantaloupe. Yum! Notice the droplets on the fruit? That's just from the humidity here. I brought the paring knife with us--it has been a life-saver. No juice (yep--Elders). We are very careful that we drink only PURIFIED "agua sem gas," or water without carbination. It is a bit tricky in people's homes and at church activities, where the Brazilians drink water from the tap (we pretend we're not thirsty). We are lucky to have a large water garafá (tank) in our kitchen, and a fridge that makes good ice cubes. The toast was browned over the open propane flame--not very good (I've since discovered that toast is better when browned in our sandwich griller). There was no milk (Elders, remember?), so we had sugar and cinnamon over rice with our fruit. Also notice the straight-back chairs; we have six of them and a large table to accommodate the Elders. We've invited a family of 5 to Sunday lunch. that makes 7 of us--add the desk swivel chair, and we're set!