I don't know how it's happened, but Wednesday is generally pasta night. I love pasta and, somehow, I manage to limit it to once a week. Given half a chance, we'd have it more often. But then, that's just me. Last night was no different. What was different was that it was not vegetarian. Rather, I had some braaied pork neck left over from Saturday and which I turned into a ragut with some mushrooms. Oh, and because the ducks are laying, I made it with a gloriously golden egg - just delivered that morning.
The sage is springing, which plays well with all the flavours. I'd have liked a little more, but that would have stripped the shrub that's only just recovering from its winter malaise.
The salad was my usual base of leaves, tomato and cucumber, and with broadbeans and beetroot.
We'd both had long days. We both not only needed a good supper, but I really needed my kitchen playtime.
Until next time, be well
Fiona
The Sandbag House
McGregor, South Africa
Photo: Selma
Post script
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