Back fresh from the plot this evening. I have more lambs ears which will be making an appearance in one of this week’s weddings. Dreaming of owning my own nursery and growing lots more in rows of polytunnels.
The plot also gave up mange tout and sugar snaps. The first of the season. Rhubarb will make a rather nice crumble. You know some people don’t like it! I worry about them. A solitary strawberry was snaffled. Sometimes the north of England isn’t that great when it comes to soft fruit.
And now I’m waiting for the pizza dough to rise. Hurry up, I’m starving.
Also had a thought. If the whole England football team, all the players at Wimbledon and quite possibly the whole team GB turned up at the shop, I would have to ask everyone for their names. Note to celebs and sports people – we’re totally discreet, because we don’t know who you are.* Mr Fearnley-Whittingstall, Ms Lawson and Mr Oliver are welcome anytime and yes I will behave in a starstruck fashion. And then ask advice on beetroot.
*Wayne Rooney and Ryan Giggs excepted.
