Call me a dumpster diver; but I just had a rummage in the bucket destined for the horses. Kilos of kiwi fruit. Talk about spoilt. The horses that is.
Jean Gaston’s brother has a kiwi fruit farm and there is always a lot of rejects: doubles, wonky shapes. So instead of selling them (he could join the Moche Movement) he gives them to the horses over the winter.
So these horses live on a fabulous diet of chestnuts, kiwi fruit and bread.
And these kiwi are utterly delicious. Shame on me for not giving them all to the beasts.