It’s gone from potatoes to peaches to pears. We cannot stop receiving free pears. Our house is always completely full with at least 15 pears at a time. I gave 5 away and we got 5 more. There’s a lady named Mama Furaha who invited Jon to come take pears because no one else is tall enough to reach the pears at the top of the tree. The tree’s branches are falling over by the weight of the fruit. Tanzanians eat them while they’re still unripe. They just cut it up with a knife and eat it hard. Jon and I wait until they soften up. Potatoes are making a comeback. Our roads are lined up with trucks hauling them off to other cities in Tanzania. I think we’ll start receiving free potatoes again soon.