Benedicte is the word that my French neighbors use when they close a note. I have no idea what it means but it sounds so polite and sweet and French. This weekend started with a bag full of vegetables and a note from my French neighbors in apartment #8.

I love tomatoes straight from the garden. Warm to the touch. Cool to the taste. So, I decided to return the surprise. After the sun went down tonight and the heat of the day began to fade, I baked chocolate chip cookies. In the morning I will set them on the doorstep at apartment #8.

Of course, 'Benedicte' could also be their first name. No. That couldn't be it.