The trouble with me and seasonal eating is, as soon as something first makes its annual appearance I get totally overexcited and consume it day and night for the duration of it's availability. That does at least prevent me, however, from wishing away the weeks until the next fruit or veg comes into season: last year, corn on the cob was a fantastic distraction from the eagerly awaited pumpkins. This year, however, those big orange balls of joy have turned up early. I'd feel very wrong tucking into one in August - this week's very humid 34˚c is definitely not pumpkin-eating weather - so, more than happily, I'm sticking with my sweetcorn.
|Hello, yellow friend... and a very swift goodbye *smacks lips*|