Thursday, February 15, 2007
Is it just me, or are climbing beans truly sexy? Long and lean, elegant, casually hanging about the place. They put me in mind of a snake-hipped, Edwardian man about town from the upper classes, smoking a cigarillo and watching the debutantes with a knowing smile on his face. Well, that's sexy for me. All this titillation from the prosaically named "lazy housewife".
Eating from the garden: sweet corn for lunch; pesto and pasta salad with my basil, beans and tomatoes mixed with goat's cheese, eggplant and roasted capsicums.