Donated vegetables, borrowed bowl.
When you hang out in other people's kitchens, do you wind up staring (longingly) at little still lifes they've set up and they don't even know it? Or is that just me?
I promise, I won't start bringing extra big pocketbooks around and loading them up with other people's vegetables and ceramics and then denying all accusations once they appear as still lifes here. . . but if I lick them, doesn't that make them mine?