We did the food shop yesterday. Afterwards we stopped for a cooling, refreshing drink at our village pub. Once home, we emptied all the bags & prepared to get on with dinner. The Fox was in charge. First requirement - some marge to fry some onion & I realise we're nearly out & I ought to have bought another tub. Meanwhile the Fox looked in the cupboard for the tin of tomatoes. Not a tin in sight. In the end the Fox ended up rushing off to the local shop, while I got the table set & grated some cheese.
I'm relieved to say the dinner, turkey muffin pizzas, were delicious. The muffins gave the base a lightness, the tomato sauce a pleasing freshness, especially with the bit of mint, oregano, basil & chives from the garden in it. All washed down with a delicious bottle of sangiovese.
So what caused this blip of memory? Well, I'd spent a couple of hours in the morning trying to clear the bog garden, ready to plant with all sorts of goodies yet to be bought. The result I was exhausted, feeling more like a lie down than a shop. We'd also stopped on the way to buy some fence panels. The fence panels behind the bog garden are rotting away & it seems easier to replace them now before rather than after we plant up the bed. As a result our thoughts were more on the garden than on food. Or maybe it was just too darn hot.
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