It's the time of year when Sannie Boervrou's generosity knows no bounds. Call them what you will, courgettes, zucchini and not-so-baby baby marrows, I've been making pickles, salad and this year, zoodles.
Here today, gone tomorrow just about epitomises last week. Summer arrived with a vengeance on Monday and the thermometer hit 38 degrees Celsius (just over 100 Fahrenheit). Overnight, a little swarm of bees took residence in our Cotoneaster.
We have always loved courgettes and eat them in a host of different ways. Tom will even eat them raw, like an apple. So, this year, we have successfully grown them, and when Sannie (pronounced "sunny - because she is) Boervrou, a farmer friend of ours dropped off a box of them, I had such fun making … Continue reading Crazy about Courgettes