Red Lake currants |
We won't have enough to do anything but eat them by the small handful, but I'm looking forward to future years of currant goodness.
Last weekend my niece Catherine and I went to Old World Wisconsin, where we sampled some black currants. Now there's an acquired taste. They would take a lot of sugar to make them palatable to me.
Chicken word of the day: cocotte: prostitute.
Gooseberries starting to ripen with just a tinge of purple. |
Everbearing rhubarb. |
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