Half an hour ago I was digging potatoes and picking peas; on my way back to the house I grabbed a handful of chantrelle mushrooms that grow wild, next to my driveway. Now all that's left of the meal is the dirty dishes. I wouldn't give this up for the best penthouse in NYC.
I know my garden is later than most; what are you picking for supper tonight?
I know my garden is later than most; what are you picking for supper tonight?