Tuesday Mornings

Tuesday morning is when my weekly fruit and vegetable box arrives.  And it always feels a bit like Christmas.  Jumping out of bed, dashing downstairs to unpack a big parcel of goodies.  Most of what Santa (aka Danny the driver) has left is expected; but there are generally one or two surprises, too.

After the ’Ooo!’s and ’Ah!’s comes the careful washing of produce.  Then the sorting – some things to be squirreled away in the larder; others to wait patiently in the fridge; some to sit in the fruit bowl; still others to ripen on the windowsill.

All the time, my mind is ruminating on possible taste combinations - a little of this with a pile of that, scattered with some of the other.  Tantalising flavours, delectable meals dancing through my head.

In the quiet of the morning kitchen, there’s ritual and promise and colour and scent.  My hands busy, my feet calmly padding about, my senses engaged, my imagination running amok amongst the fruit and flowers and vegetables and herbs.

In my excitement, I repeatedly forget to take a photo for you of all the abundance before I split it up.  So you’ll have to make do with a few lovely heirloom and vine tomatoes.  (The courgette flowers were prettier but I’ve already eaten those!)

P.S.  If you live in the UK, I highly recommend Abel and Cole.  Produce is great quality, ordering easy, service superb.  (Oh, and if you tell them I recommended them to you, we’ll both get some freebies!)