It’s been a perfect, blue sky, summer’s day here. Paul and I went to market early; there are always long queues in the boulangerie with tourists at this time of year. We got bread and pastries, filled our plastic bottles with rosé and red at the wine stall, and bought a large, juicy Charentais melon from another stall.
Back home we had coffee and pastries on the terrace before a wander around the garden with my trug. When I saw how well the basil was growing, after a shaky start in the spring, I decided to pick a big bunch and make some pesto. Not such an easy task after breaking my whizzer but I managed to chop everything fine before finishing it off with a hand blender.
|I like the label on this tin of chick peas|
Tomorrow Paul is going to harvest a load of tomatoes for more soup and I intend to dig up some beetroots to make my annual chocolate and beetroot cake.
Does my life revolve around food? Well, yes, just a bit!