Off to buy watermelon to make my weekly wish on the first fruit of the season.
(For those of you who are not au courant, I’m following a French “tradition” explained to me by one of my best friends. Every year when we eat a fruit for the first time, we make a wish.)
As I’ve mentioned I make the same wish each time. I think I’m running out of fruits although I haven’t had a mango, or a plum — plus there are lots of varieties in that category — and limes, which could go into a cool summer cocktail. If you have ideas, by all means chime in.
This morning I found three cucumbers and a couple of pathetic tomatoes. Everyone I know is complaining about their potager crops this year — too much rain, not enough sun, which I know, sadly, is the exact opposite in other parts of the world.
I have a bounty of weeds however. Never have I seen so many weeds in one place in my entire life. They are living in happy cohabitation with the herbs and, not being the most talented of gardeners I worry that a weed may end up in my vinagrette. A friend assured me that my weeds are not poisonous.
A demain my darling amis.