A friend who has been staying with me is about to return to France and he just cooked us all a goodbye lunch, which is quite something considering when he arrived he told me he was unable to cook. And so all this time I have been cooking for him without my usual apprehension thinking, well, what does this poor fool know about Australian cooking. For all he knows this dish is supposed to taste like this. That led to more adventurousness from me and ultimately more cooking success too. So there is a lesson somewhere there.
I have to warn you that there is pretty much zero modesty left in me about my kitchen garden now. The combination of good growing weather this summer and lots of gardening help, plus the garden being the main recipient of both my daydreamy and my mopey attention in recent times means that it is completely thriving. And gardening is all so novel to me that I just cannot shut up about my achievements.