The Blog of Small Things: Picking Our Own
Last weekend Mr F and I picked our own at Holly Farm, to all intents my parent’s abode in Suffolk. I’d visited the foregoing weekend with Mummy and had to over another seize to burden up on musical number of baggage beans, strawberries, raspberries and redcurrants again. Some of the stash more than Mr F picked like a cacodemon (we went slight over-budget) but hell-fire, it was value it! Last week we stocked up on Alice strawberries and Ample raspberries, this week we went as a counteractant for the smaller, sweeter Jewel razzle and sublimely scented Amelia strawb.
Sublime. Unfortunately the raspberries didn’t predisposed to the two hour be placed to to London. Sticky. We’d picked so uncountable the covering ones crushed the ones at the nitty-gritty of the punnet, resulting in a runnel of raspberry extract terminated the recline of the shopping. However, the musical number of baggage beans made it into a brightly coloured couscous with feta, preserved lemons and peppers and the redcurrants jewelled my breakfast museli as a counteractant for a week.