It's Friday and, for some, that means a weekend of relaxation while others will be busy, busy, busy. This weekend, I'll happily fall into the latter category.
A few years ago, I started gardening organically to grow as much of our own food as possible; not only for our health but also because homegrown, organic food simply tastes better.
My granadilla (passion fruit) vine is overflowing with fruit so I'm going to make a quick sorbet to get us through the forecast rather hot week ahead. Homemade sorbet is amazing. This was something which I avoided making for years until I found a recipe which is so easy, with each batch being mouth-wateringly delicious. So far, I've made lemon, granadilla and mint sorbet - all from what I have growing in the garden.
This week, I harvested the peaches from my little tree. Even though I covered each fruit with an organza bag, some bugs did manage to get to the fruit so they are not for easy eating. I'll have to find other ways to keep the bugs away from the fruit. The bags did keep the birds off them though, so there is that.
My mission for this weekend is to cut up the fruit for baking into cobblers and fruit squares (I'm not a good baker so this will be interesting). Of course, I'll make a peach sorbet as well. I can't wait to taste that one.
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My British friends may appreciate this.
When my sister and brother-in-law lived in Glentham in the east Midlands region of the UK, before moving to France, I spent a few months with them and loved my time there.
I think I have a rather warped sense of humour too.
A village near theirs was called Spital in The Street. Well, that started me on a quest to find other funny town names. There are many more than I have included here, some of which are very rude. A quick online search will take you to these treasures. Glentham is included as a hat tip to the wonderful folk of that village and their hospitality.
To get your best enjoyment from the poem, read it aloud. You may have to scratch your head on a few of the names, as 'If you see Normanby sure...' will become 'If you see Norman, be sure...".
SEARCH FOR THE BISHOP
I looked for Bishop Norton
Even went into the church
Bishop Norton was not at Holme
So I continued my search
Dudley said in Brandy Wharf
May be where he Caenby found
Go past the Spital in the Street
Just keep your Hemswell off the ground
Kelsey said “Ask at Glentham store
Or seek old Barton in the Beans
But do beware if he’s in Great Snoring
Because you’ll be promptly Laughton your way
"If you should see Normanby sure to give my best
You’ll know him by his Aubourn hair
Or Grantham-fisted as he is, he is no Crooke
He measures his Cowes by Eye and Roughton"
As I climbed a Sandy Bank each day
I suffered some as my Legsby sore
But the friendly waves and good advice
Were enough to give this Swinhope
On I went on my great quest
To find the good old Bishop
Traipsing from Licky End to Hound
Wishing I had a Weston-super-Mare
I never did find Bishop Norton
And took many a Taunton my Nose’s Point
I’m Hitchin my wagon to a wandering star
To take me Frome here to my Gravesend
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