Last golden yolk egg in the fridge, last tomato, last of the mushrooms, last two rashers of bacon, the very last asparagus from this years crop from the plot of Mott and a couple of refried roast spuds left over from yesterdays dinner. A nice bit of colour on the plate this morning.
Definately, absolutely, finally, I had the very very very last of this years asparagus this morning. No more until next March now. I mustn’t. Need them to Fern up and build strength for next year.
Definately, absolutely, finally, I had the very very very last of this years asparagus this morning. No more until next March now. I mustn’t. Need them to Fern up and build strength for next year.