The other night's supper was almost entirely from local sources. The hart's heart was from my neighbour, who once a year shoots a buck and gives me the heart. While I pan fried it in local onions, Richard boiled up some of my red-skinned potatoes with some of his own carrots. He mish-mashed them together as a side dish. Talk about your 100-mile diet. This one was the half kilometre version.
2 comments:
"Heart of my hart.. I love that melody!"
You know, that looks so good that it almost makes me want to try heart. Almost. :)
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