A slice of life:

"Yo So-and-so, a dat breadfruit." This is a rare but not unusual conversation in my yard.

Breadfruit? I ask, from where? Multiple scenarios come to mind, a nearby tree that we'd recently discussed, a bounty of being in the right place at the right time, a relative brought them by or a request was made to go buy some for us. But we never cook with breadfruit so I couldn't put anything together that made sense, in the few seconds this transpires.

A small black lada bag arrives, with a blocky, non-breadfruit shape to it ~ let alone breadfruit isn't usually handed over in a bag unless it had been sent for at the market.

He pulls out a dasheen and a slice of yellow yam!

Hahaha