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Just thought we could remind each other if something is short lived but out there now and not to be missed.

If you've just had the greatest asparagus/mussels/seville oranges give us a prod to have a try before they're over.

I'll try and think of something more classy but , while they're still on, do go and try a lemon meringue avalanche from KFC

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I'll try and think of something more classy but , while they're still on, do go and try a lemon meringue avalanche from KFC

:blink: Brilliant!

Broad beans are still good now. I bought a load the last two weekends and sat in the garden shelling them. Excellent just with some chopped crispy bacon and good olive oil.

I fookin love broad beans. Those deep fries Spanish ones are lush with a cool beer, too.

Ever made soup from the pods? Doesn't really appeal to me.

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Just looking at the roadsides this last week, it looks like it's time to go Blackberry Picking.

Late August, given heavy rain and sun

For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.

At first, just one, a glossy purple clot

Among others, red, green, hard as a knot.

You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet

Like thickened wine: summer's blood was in it

Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for

Picking. Then red ones inked up and that hunger

Sent us out with milk cans, pea tins, jam-pots

Where briars scratched and wet grass bleached our boots.

Round hayfields, cornfields and potato-drills

We trekked and picked until the cans were full

Until the tinkling bottom had been covered

With green ones, and on top big dark blobs burned

Like a plate of eyes. Our hands were peppered

With thorn pricks, our palms sticky as Bluebeard's.

We hoarded the fresh berries in the byre.

But when the bath was filled we found a fur,

A rat-grey fungus, glutting on our cache.

The juice was stinking too. Once off the bush

The fruit fermented, the sweet flesh would turn sour.

I always felt like crying. It wasn't fair

That all the lovely canfuls smelt of rot.

Each year I hoped they'd keep, knew they would not.

I think the Heatwave has brought them out early.

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