And a new colander from the market.
It’s been a while. During my slack-arse blogging period I began to convince myself that
Stasia (brown curly hair, normal looking shoes, a bum-bag):
Vendor 1: Yes. But afterwards I drank a litre of buttermilk!
Stasia: Oh no! (o jej!)
Vendor 1: I was glued to the bog for the whole evening! (chuckles with pleasure)
Stasia: Well you deserve the runs for that you silly duck!
Indeed. Never eat an abundance of fruit followed by a fermented beverage. Nor drink water with cherries. The result is strikingly similar.
a whole lot of strawberry love - I made jam
Incidentally it is also cucumber season.
I have begun the pickling process. Garlic, salt, wild dill.
Clay pickling pot, Christmas present from my mum. I asked for it.
No comment. I didn't even make the damn thing.
I just ate it. (Efforts courtesy of Michal's mum).