Dear reader
He did it again. Mr Him, the man living on the edge of taste. Whilst last Friday was about all things Grease by Tuesday there was new eccentricity. I had asked him to make scrambled eggs. Simple you'd think. Not much room for eccentricity. Wrong!
Mr Him wandered the garden for inspiration. Not to the chicken coop where one would suppose scrambled egg inspiration would come. No. He wandered to the flower borders. Here he gathered herbs of an 'interesting' kind, and I say herbs loosely. He raided the lavender, and added it to the eggs as he whisked.
It was another taste sensation too far. Believe me.
Looking into cooking with lavender it seems there are varieties that lend themselves to culinary ventures. I think our garden lavender didn't. I asked my French friend, the Nat Nav, what she'd do with lavender. If anyone would know about lavender in food it would be someone French. She said, 'put it in a scent.' 'not eggs then! ' I replied.
She laughed.
Talking of flower borders we visited Highdown Gardens recently with Mr Him's dad and stepmum.
And here are the pics, but first lunch,
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| mushrooms in batter with mayo |
or rather pudding.
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| mine |
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| Mr Hims |
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| Mr Him's dad. Note the T shirt. I see where Mr Him gets 'it' from . |
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| Stepmum's icecream |
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| we tried to catch a dragonfly on film |
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| former lime kiln |
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| A very chalky area. Think white cliffs of Dover. They run all along the south coast. |
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| Gorgeous colour of this old post box |
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| Time for a cuppa. Hey, we're English. We like our afternoon tea. |
