And I don't really even like strawberries . I mean, I eat them but vastly prefer raspberries or green apples, water melon or gooseberries; but at the moment I'd kill for anything that wasn't a brussel sprout ... even a purple one.
It's incipient scurvy, perhaps.
This whole winter thing has outstayed its welcome.
It was C-10 the other day and, in fact, has only just crept above freezing, having decided that raining was more fun.
The only bright spot was the arrival of blood oranges in the market this week. I know we're not supposed to eat things that come from far away, but they remind me of my granny who loved them too, and I know how short the season is...
This new promotion in the supermarket made me think of her, too
She definitely wouldn't have understood the Five A Day concept which these cards are promoting and would have found it very limiting. Her soups already contained carrots, leeks, parsley, onions, celery, and turnips before the lentils or barley were added.
But now it's been upgraded to Ten A Day, she would have been more impressed. And, the only person I've ever known to enjoy eating pomegranates, she would have wanted an extra Five for fruit. No child ever got away from her without a banana or apple in his hand. So anything that encouraged children to try new food, to make eating fun, would have appealed. Meanwhile I'll collect them for Smaller Grandson who enjoys cooking and drawing in equal measure.
Chasing my tail
10 hours ago