Normally I make pesto the traditional way, or at least with the traditional ingredients of basil and pine nuts – I don’t pound it by hand with a pestle and mortar although it would probably taste even better if I did.
My vegetarian friend Pippa came for a visit the other weekend, lured from the fleshpots of Oxford by the promise of gorging herself silly on asparagus.
As I’ve mentioned before one of the first things we did when we bought our house in Suffolk was to plant an asparagus bed. Four years on it is flourishing and most years we have enough to pig out on ourselves as well as to share with friends. Continue reading
It’s blazing hot and as we get so few days like this in the average British summer, it’s tempting to abandon the computer and leg it down to the veg patch with a basket, a trowel and a pair of scissors. Continue reading
Time was when you invited people round to dinner and they’d politely eat whatever was on the plate.
Now you have to check what they do and don’t eat, whether they have allergies ….
It’s not that I mind, in fact it’s usually enjoyable. We are unrepentant carnivores but we love our veg too. Continue reading