vegies, fruit over yonder -
I love country life.
Our landlords actually live in Paris but each week when they come down for a couple of days. Michel-Ange spends much of that time working around the garden and after each visit to his vegie patch brings us something. When we arrived we were greeted with fresh eggs, a bowl of fresh pasta and a jar of home made quince jam - which was so delicious, it put every other jam to shame.
Last week it was endives (which went really nicely with the onion tart Neil had just baked) and a bunch of mint with which to make tisanes. Next day, a light tap on the door - more eggs. When Sylvie heard that we'd loved the jam and nearly finished the jar she came over with another - Mirabelle plum this time.
The other night we heard Michel-Ange's tap on the door and he was standing there with a huge bag of the freshest spinach I have ever seen. And some more eggs. Hmmm - spinach pie, I think.
Sorry, no photos of the finished product - it just didn't last long enough !
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Appalling pun by Neil, the rest by Gabby.
Stop it!! Stop it!! You're killing me....the pun and the fresh food and country life.
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful to receive such fresh goodies from the garden. Those eggs are so white, what kind of chooks have they got?
Loving the rock photo's too! Amazing natural sculptures.
Lishaxx
Did you like the way I managed to combine the two - with the shot of the wild strawberry in the middle of a climb ?
ReplyDeleteRegarding the chooks, there's some white ones and some brown ones and the scrofulous looking black ones. They don't look like particularly fancy breeds - but hey you could inscribe what I do know about poultry on a pin (not the head, the pointy end).