Just as an antidote to my last post:
1. The first windfall* apples have dropped from the ancient Bramley tree. I’ve peeled them, cleaned out the brown bits, sliced, lightly stewed and frozen them. They’ll be delicious for breakfast, see #3 below. Only a couple of dozen left hanging, but that’s more than enough for my needs. (They’re the size of bowling balls, some of them. Well, nearly.)
2. I had the first four tomatoes for lunch, with some mozzarella; perfectly ripe, ten minutes from plant to plate, still warm from the sun. I added some torn basil, but it wasn’t really needed. A glut is coming soon, that’s fine. I know how to make passata, and the remaining green ones, if any, will become chutney in October.
3. At the last visit to the caravan, a couple of weeks ago, we thought there was probably going to be a bumper crop of blackberries around the hedge. If so, and if the other scavenging inhabitants of the site don’t get in first, pounds of them will be picked, carted home and frozen. They can then be quickly cooked down with the apples and dosed with yogurt whenever we fancy a comfort breakfast in the autumn.
4. By way of penance, I bought some courgettes this morning. I sliced them thinly and stir-fried in the wok with some garlic and parsley. They were delicious with the braised lamb cutlets.
5. What was #5? Oh yes, passion fruit. We are passionate about passion fruit. Best thing since sliced mango.
*Dunno why I call them that; there’s no wind, but they fall anyway.