Sally Vincent’s Diary of Food and Life on a Devon Farm.
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January Days
At last, day by day, sunset creeps on a little later into the afternoon. I go up to the yard in fading sunlight punctuated by blasts of icy rain, my feet crunching hail stones in the grass. I find chicken still pecking around outside, sheep still grazing in the fading light. Even donkeys stay in…
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October 2014 Putting the Record Straight………..
As autumn tumbles into winter clocks go back and the evenings are long and dark once more. But the weather is mild, the temperature strangely unseasonal and the garden still scattered with colour; the last roses, cosmos, salvias, a few astrantia and the tiny delicate blooms of a camellia sasanqua. It feels slightly ominous as…
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Widdicombe Fair 2014
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Slow cooked Pork Shoulder in Milk
No more pigs for the time being so the last pieces in the freezer are hugely treasured! I cooked a rolled shoulder for friends last week, so good, though I say it myself! There are, of course, many versions of this Italian classic. Here is my take on it. Brown a boned and rolled piece…
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Sam and the Tomatoes
Golden sunlight casts long shadows on the grass, spider’s webs carpet the fields in the morning mist, skeins of calling geese fill the sky: it’s autumn again. Harvest is all around us. Combines roll across the golden fields, the hedgerows are weighed down with fruit: blackberries, sloes, wild plums. As the apple trees begin to…
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How it all Began
The sun shone, the clock struck two, we opened the gates and in they came; suddenly there was a steady stream of visitors walking round our garden on a beautiful June afternoon. They paused, sat in the sun, went round again. They loitered by the pond gazing at an avalanche of white, cascading “Seagull” intertwined…
