Absence makes the heart grow flounder

January was a bit of a write off with all the wet and cold. Can't say I grew much of my own this month. I only put in a couple of short visits to the plot. Still I kept busy.

I still harvested my own. Leeks and spuds for roasting.



Baked my own.

I buy the flour, but that's not half way to making bread. I find that it's the most difficult thing in the world to get bread right.
Sometime I rely on Mr Hovis and sometimes I just rock! This was a particularly tasty granary.




I love my groovy 70s Kenwood Chef. I got it on E bay and it was nearly as expensive as a new one. This one is very nearly as old as me! I should have gone for the orange and black Chef for that real 70s feel but I have a blue kitchen.

and finally, I caught my own.

I fish the Thames when time and tide suits me. It's much cleaner than every one believes. That bass is 16 inches long and weighed a whisker over 2lb before I gutted it. I can't begin to tell you how good it tasted. It was practically still twitching when it hit the pan. Sorry. Too far? The Flounder was rubbish. I'll be throwing those back in a hurry.