The factory floor

I never did get round to the coriander. I sat in my office on the rug and wrote out jam labels instead. It seemed to take most of the afternoon.

But the work is almost done.   All I need to do is tie on the labels and work out how to get them to the Christmas Fair in London in December. I take a dozen back each trip, but there are 91 jams and five large jars of aubergine / eggplant pickle to carry.   Goodness it looks like a glut.

I tended to another glut here today.   Basil. It has had a major end of summer haircut and is now languishing in the freezer in the form of pesto.   I get the feeling that I overdid the garlic somewhat in the blend.   Or maybe it’s because the cloves are so fresh here’ but the lunch of pasta with home made pesto and fresh green beans does linger somewhat.   Good thing I’m going to gorge on pizza tonight at the local restaurant and layer the garlic experience.