I was served gizzards once - with a flourish. We were heading for the Dordogne, and stopped off at a restaurant where gizzards took pride of place. A strange meal. I've often wondered about it since.
Liz - fae doon Haddington way - tells me she is enjoying her home grown cucumbers right now. Well here is a piccy of my cucumbers. It's hard to tell, but I don't think they're ready for harvesting just yet.
Friday, 20 June 2008
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