The budding aloes tell me that winter's just about here. They're in full bloom when we're at our coldest. They and their colours are one of the few good things about winter.
With a new crop of Swiss chard (which we call spinach!) and young fennel in the garden, last night's supper was a frittata with balsamic caramelised onions and feta, topped with pepperdews.
I served it with a dismal salad and potato, of course, for The Husband.
I am so unimpressed with this mixed leaf salad pack. Leaves? It's mostly stalks. And not of lettuce but of some sort of red brassica. Might have been ok for a stir fry or coleslaw but not for a mixed leaf salad. It was on a special and the stalks perhaps explain why. I can't take it back now, but I have had a moan on Twitter and Instagram. It probably won't amount to much, but I do feel a bit better.
The crazy busy-ness continues. At the end of a busy week in my other office, it's Friday. Again. A long agenda and a full day in the kitchen that I must make the best of. I have limited time this weekend with the market and, after two years, a proper, in person birthday celebration with a special friend.
Until next time, be well
Fiona
The Sandbag House
McGregor, South Africa
Photo: Selma
Post script
If this post might seem familiar, it's because I'm doing two things:
@artywink
@hive.blog and Canva.