I dreamt about courgettes last night. They were marching, yes, marching, through the gates of IMMA and plonking themselves down on the courtyard with their bellies to the sky. It was so bizarre that I actually managed to wake myself up.
Ready for another day at Food School, this morning I headed in with courgettes firmly ingrained on the brain.
What’s lovely, though, is that despite this new obsession with courgettes, I feel like I’m connecting more with the team every day.