Monday 23 June 2014

Two inches at the most is what we like.

Up early to a cloudy sky but it was warm and besides which, she had stuff to do so the sky or whether it was sunny or not did not enter really enter the equation.

Yum.. soft boiled egg plus rye bread for me and a grapefruit, a glass of kefir and two slices of rye toast plus new butter for her, plus two mugs of black coffee.

New butter being from a never before tried butter supplier. Lincolnshire Poacher is the company's name, they were the next door stall to Ellie's Dairy yesterday at the Marylebone Farmer's Farmer.

Armed with that in her tummy she left early for the allotment. 

Pruning fifty trees takes a lot of time and effort! The growth on all the trees has been spectacular this year and there are a couple that have grown so tall she will have to borrow kind Andrew's ladder, as hers was stolen in the last shed break-in.. grrrr.

As previously written, there is not a sweet cherry to be seen on any of the trees, the Morello and the Montmorency (which are both sour cherries) trees have a few but not enough to make a pie with! Another grrrr! As she does love those cherries.

Miss Victoria plum is not at all happy, for she is covered in a cloud of tiny, tiny white flies, this is the first time this has ever happened, and there is not much fruit to be seen either.

It is a good thing Miss Seneca plum is covered in her fruit, is it not!

The pepper and courgette plants that she planted on Saturday were all happy, she gave two big buckets of water to each plant as she won't be back out there again until Wednesday.

Then it was time to pick produce for us.

Yum.. baby mange tout, french beans and broad beans aka fava. We like them as short or shorter than her little finger. This is our favourite supper at the moment and it might be yours too when you read what it is!

We look for the big beef tomatoes in the market and we look for Italian or Spanish ones to buy, yes, I know the Isle of Wight grow them but they, at this time of year, have NO taste because they are green house tomatoes and they have had no sun to bake them into ripeness! Whereas the Italian and the Spanish have had lots of sun and so they are very tasty.. slurp.

She grows LOTS of Basil on the front wall at home, you can never have enough of this delicious herb and she grows the Genovese variety plus others but most of the tubs are full of Genovese.

A fat ripe beef tomato is sliced, not too thinly, onto a plate, the basil is torn up and put on top, then a generous helping of fresh white goaty Curd is sprinkled on top, followed by a small amount of good olive oil, some black pepper and sea salt.

This disappears straight down out throats, yes, mine too! I love a good tomato and cannot wait for our fat little yellow cherry tommies to grow.

Whilst we are eating this, a small pan of water is put onto boil and when it is at full boil, the peas and beans are added, we finish the tomato, strain the peas and beans, they will have had NO more than a minute in the water, then they are put onto the plate with the remains of the oil and cheese from the tomatoes.

She drinks a large glass of kefir with a shot of pure beet juice with this.

Slurp-the-durp.. No wonder she has decreased in size, for it is not a very fattening supper, is it?

We will sleep breathing sweetly perfumed air tonight! She was given a glorious bunch of Sweet Peas and they are in a pretty glass vase in our bedroom, they have such a unique smell, the whole flat smells of them and people on the bus coming home sniffed and asked her if she had them in her basket.

Stuff to do in the morning and then to the shop in the afternoon for a few hours.

Early bed time. PipPip.. Dear Readers.. PipPip.

GeeGee Parrot.
June 23rd, 2014.

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