I've bough tiny little frisee lettuces, borage plants, mint chocolate leaves and rows of sweet peas to greet me as I open the gate. And as I drive I realise I haven't seen a soul. The road is normally like a nightclub on a Saturday night...people constantly having to move and dip out of each others way.
It's a Bank Holiday weekend and there's no one on the roads. In fact it's spooky. It's starting to feel a bit like the whole of Cornwall has evacuated and I'm the only one left. Suddenly I stop in the middle of the road. There's a lone peach balloon with a pink ribbon dancing the breeze. Slowly I start up again and the balloon chases me down the road.
I spot a farm shop and Radio 1 is blaring from one of the barns so I know I can't be the only one left. Normality returns as a sulky teenager (who's obviously been forced into working on a Saturday) glares at me as she takes my money for a punnet of strawberries and flounces back to the barn. Once I get home I dip into my bag to find the strawberries have been squashed by a bottle of cloudy lemonade....After a 15 minute sulk reminesicent of thefarm shop teenager I made this....
Strawberry Fizz.........(serves 1)
4 strawberries
200ml cloudy lemonade
Put the strawberries in a mini chopper and whizz until liquid. Spoon into a fancy glass and pour the lemonade over the top. I was pretending I was in Sex and the City and put a ridiculous strawberry on the side. It cheered me up.
Put the strawberries in a mini chopper and whizz until liquid. Spoon into a fancy glass and pour the lemonade over the top. I was pretending I was in Sex and the City and put a ridiculous strawberry on the side. It cheered me up.
Lovely life! With a great drink to celebrate it!
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