Oh sweet cicely! I lovage the herbs but I feel like a butterhead beCos I can’t remember them. Lettuce not get too distracted though – we need to dill with it. It doesn’t take a sage to mustard up a recipe list but ain’t nobody got thyme for that!
I’d love to tell you that I had the most riveting Sunday but the pun-filled paragraph above is exactly how my day has been going.
This morning after a glorious nine hours sleep and a dream where I slapped someone comically with a fish, I woke up to a pile of paper that needed to be sifted through.
After an hour of expertly putting paper in folders (I am the sorting queen), I sat down and got my order of work out of the way.
With cabin fever on the mind and studying on the timetable, I pulled on my wellies and headed into the garden for a more practical approach.
Chewing on fennel, sorrel, oregano and sweet cicely, if someone spotted me in the gardens they may think that I know my stuff but I can safely say that I was just a bit hungry.
Next weekend there may or may not be blogposts as it’s the Bank Holiday Weekend and I finally get to see my other half (Plus I may be a bit sad after the exams!)
But in a bid to fuel your blog intake, I’ll probably backtrack the posts when I’m back in Ballymaloe on the Monday – I couldn’t leave you guys out of the loop, could I??
Tomorrow I’m cooking a caramelized apple tart and homemade noodles. Hard to believe that this is the halfway point in the course.
Now… back to the books.
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