Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Singing for my supper...

Grow the veg, pick the veg, paint the veg... and a few weeks later my supper is sitting on the supermarket shelf!

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Typical man....

Mmmm, October, there’s a definite nip in the air that accompanies my early morning walk up to the orchard to let the chickens out. 
There’s also a huge lone ram in the adjacent field, who fixes his gaze on me. His black horizontal pupils observe my gait with an intensity that suggests I’m the only female he has seen for weeks. He looks a bit of a brute. 
Slowly, however, we have made friends and I’ve discovered his softer side. Give him a good rub on the head and he’ll twitch his spotted nose, close his eyes with a flutter and ever so gently begin to snore. 

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

A Great Day Out

Well, the bluest and sunniest of skies coaxed every man and his dog out to the Food and Drink Festival this weekend.

I met some fascinating artisans, sampled oils, vinegars, coffees, hams, jams and cordials, and much like the symbiosis between dog-owner and dog, without fail, the love between the producer and their product was clear.

A retired fishmonger dressed Cromer crabs with the ease that only a lifetime of commitment can impart. She had nimble fingers and two curls of dark hair that curved like protective crab claws about her cheeks.

There was a lady selling cheese, made from the creamy milk of her doe-eyed Jersey herd. She had the same kind eyes, gentle manner and strawberry blonde hair associated with the breed. Her cheese was delicious too. 

Over all, it was jamboree of superlatives. Tastiest, most aromatic, healthiest, juiciest...

                    ...and happiest!