This locally made seed bread was so delicious. I bought it from a lady in the small Apsley market, and I can only assume she made it at home. I'm still thinking about it and wishing I could get some more. It had a strong sour-dough taste and was moist and had that "fight back" quality I like. If the lady from Apsley, or one of her friends, reads this, please let me know!
I rarely have bacon at home, and whenever I catch the scent of it, I'm instantly reminded of cottage life.
Pork chops, like before, marinaded in anise and olive oil.
The same limoncello tiramisu, as enjoyed a short time ago in the city. My photograph doesn't do it justice.
We gorged on local tomatoes. So... many... tomatoes. Here we had them with pasta in a mushroom sauce.
Brie, spiked and drizzled with Chardonnay and fresh thyme. Baked and enjoyed with baguette. Yum.
Fresh and local and tender.
Perfect cooling-off, after-swim treat.
One night it was Indian food. My mouth is watering as I type this.
Brilliant idea, M, to put gorgonzola in with the burgers!
My favourite.
We certainly spoiled ourselves.
And of course we drank.
Bruce tended the bar, as usual.
Pimms!
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