Thursday, 28 August 2008
Fruits of our labour
On Monday we ate the first fruits of the harvest. To be precise, our first courgette. I think eating the first fruits instead of sacrificing it means that our crops will be blighted unto the seventh generation but it is a chance I am prepared to take.
We opened a suitably festive bottle of wine (cropped really closely because you could see the box of washing powder on the bench behind it).
And we pan-fried some really good rump steaks, adding the courgette to take advantage of the beefy, olive oily juices, seasoning well with some of the pasta seasoning I bought last year in Florence (chilli, garlic, parsley, chervil and salt).
Delicious. The flesh of the courgette was dense, creamy and infinitely better than shop-bought. Hope the plant starts to get a bit serious now - 1 courgette doesn't make much of a meal. Or a harvest!