Beautiful bramleys, round and squat, dimpled at the stalk. Bright green, waxy skin and crisp flesh. Their bitter juice oozes and drips as I cut them. Brown lines appear as the air hits the delicate whiteness inside. I drop them into lemon-scented water, ready for the next stage.
-
Recent Posts
Archives
Categories
Meta
Blogroll
- Liz Terry – my random ramblings My blog, where I write about anything that inspires me – politics, religion, feminism…you name it!
- Naomi Young's blog My friend’s blog which you may like if you like this one!