Local Produce.

We have been to a farmers' market in Kelsall this morning, and have managed to acquire nearly the whole week's shopping.


Eggs from two sorts of hen: 'Araucana' (the bluish -white) and 'Welsummer' (the dark-brown) - we are going to boil them and see if they taste any different later;


beer from Nantwich (which must be cooled before serving due to its 'friskiness');


some bread (from the back: garlic and herb, mixed seed, raisin and nut and white - for Hodmandod Minor for he will eat no other);


soup (parsnip, celeriac and roasted red pepper, and mixed bean and tomato), biscuits (Anzacs and shortbread), goat meat - which I shall casserole in some red wine tomorrow, goat burgers - for Hodmandod Minor, smoked mackerel and smoked salmon and mature cheddar (not shown);


three sorts of fudge - because we all liked different sorts when we tasted it, and a swede;

sprouts on the stalk, cabbage, leeks and sprouting broccoli and apples (not shown).

All of it locally produced - quite array of delicious things which I thought looked so beautiful on the table I would record them here for posterity. Somehow, buying them like this makes me appreciate them more.