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Jun. 24th, 2007 11:40 pmToday has been all about food and friends. I'm very tired, rather full and very happy.
I have in my larder young Russian garlic and heritage carrots (which I photographed for my other blog) and organic lamb and lots of artichokes, and green apples which have to somehow be verjuiced and a leek and much honey and fruit and nuts and chocolate and bagels and pesto-flavoured woodfired oven bread and cleavers and... too many good things. My food for the next five days. Except the cleavers - I was thinking of making a tonic drink with them: I have just enough.
I'm sure I had intelligent and thoughtful things to say about the day's excursions. All the thoughtful intelligence has been drowned out by the clamour in my mind.
Most of the clamour is about the purple carrot. I need to cook little bits of it in different ways so I can find out what it's all about, and there are just so many yummy options. It's a rather luminescent purple carrot, too. If I eat too much of it, then when the aliens come I will glow faintly purple and they will recognise me as distant kin. If you wish to join me in being safe during an alien invasion, you can buy the heritage carrots on Sunday (early) at the farmer's market in Phillip. (Advertisement brought to you by strange whispers in my skull saying "I'm purple. Eat me. Now. Before I change into something even richer and stranger. And purpler.")
I have in my larder young Russian garlic and heritage carrots (which I photographed for my other blog) and organic lamb and lots of artichokes, and green apples which have to somehow be verjuiced and a leek and much honey and fruit and nuts and chocolate and bagels and pesto-flavoured woodfired oven bread and cleavers and... too many good things. My food for the next five days. Except the cleavers - I was thinking of making a tonic drink with them: I have just enough.
I'm sure I had intelligent and thoughtful things to say about the day's excursions. All the thoughtful intelligence has been drowned out by the clamour in my mind.
Most of the clamour is about the purple carrot. I need to cook little bits of it in different ways so I can find out what it's all about, and there are just so many yummy options. It's a rather luminescent purple carrot, too. If I eat too much of it, then when the aliens come I will glow faintly purple and they will recognise me as distant kin. If you wish to join me in being safe during an alien invasion, you can buy the heritage carrots on Sunday (early) at the farmer's market in Phillip. (Advertisement brought to you by strange whispers in my skull saying "I'm purple. Eat me. Now. Before I change into something even richer and stranger. And purpler.")