And we ate the babies...
As I walked through the door, the man in the house came towards me, beaming with pride as he nodded at a colourful bowl he was holding out to me to appreciate.
- "Look", he said, immediately reminding me of our sons, when they hold a creepy-crawly from the garden right up under my nose to admire.
- "Look", he said again, "our first crop from the garden! Are you not going to take a picture?!?!?!?"
Indeed, it was a colourful sight. The garden-grown baby leaf spinach, together with the bought spring onions and red beetroot (both growing in our garden too, but not ready yet), all tossed in our pink Turkish bowl.
So I took a photo, tasted the colourful and mouth-watering symphony, and appropriately applauded the master gardener cum master chef.
And all was well in the Swenglish house.