At my grandmother dacha right now. Eating gooseberry, black/red currant, cherry, raspberry and sarvisberry. For whatever reason, cherry harvest this year is through the roof.
At my grandmother dacha right now. Eating gooseberry, black/red currant, cherry, raspberry and sarvisberry. For whatever reason, cherry harvest this year is through the roof.
Even one strawberry. Sarvisberry taste is varied from plant to plant, but our trees has really sweet berries. Thrushes occupied nearby trees and talking about ****y weather and non existents of birds of prey. Woodpecker cracking pine cones. Good morning, Swamp.
Back on topic, I just grabbed some doughnuts from a guy selling at the traffic lights. I’ve cut back on so much sugary junk recently that they tasted like heaven.
10kg of black currant, 2kg of gooseberry from sister of my wife. 5kg of sugar already bought, another five needed. Few days of berry preservation incoming. Excellent topping for our kasha breakfasts.
I just had the most fortuitously-timed toilet break ever...
I had just eaten a microwaveable chocolate crepe, and I visited the bathroom immediately afterwards. It turned out that some of the chocolate from the crepe/wrapper had brushed onto the end of my nose, but luckily I spotted it in the mirror in the bathroom as I washed my hands.
Had I not needed to go to the bathroom, I would have left work, gone to the supermarket and walked all the way home with dried chocolate on my nose. And let's just say, it didn't look a whole lot like chocolate...
Hey, we live in North Carolina too, Roxboro. Have you heard of that town? We have only visited Fayetteville 5-6 times in our whole lifetime. Fort Bragg is out that way I believe. So, what other food delicacies do you like?
It was about 85f and I just finished mowing and weed whacking the lawn. And that wasn’t the first of the wine. But it was very nice, as I ate and admired my lawn job. Heh.
Just smashed a Tesco meal deal while on my break from the job I took a day off my actual job to do. I doubt I could stick out more than I already do, standing on the corner of a private street in West London, covered in drywall dust, wearing work shorts that have big flappy pockets on the outside, talking to a very optimistic-looking squirrel to let it know I wasn't going to feed it... I might head back indoors.
As my lunch is now just some wrappers and an empty bottle, here's a photo of the squirrel (not gonna try to eat it, barely seems worth the effort)
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