This is today's lunch. Why, pray, am I treating the blogosphere to a picture? Because I've just realised that apart from a dash of olive oil, salt and pepper, everything on the plate originated 25 metres from the kitchen door. So pardon me while I indulge in an attack of the self satisfieds.
Don't worry about knocking me off my perch. I've had enough garden failures to know how hard it can be to grow food at times. So a lunch like this is a reason to celebrate!