It's warm. Tiffin's on her quilt in her chair.
I'm enjoying making summer food again. It's been so quiet around here until recently and now I can make lots of stuff whenever I like and I know that it'll all be eaten. Later today a BIG present is arriving from the temple of John Lewis, an ice-cream maker. It's not an expensive all bells and whistles machine with it's own freezer but one with more of an army catering corps size drum which stays in your own freezer except when it's churning mixtures. We've a bargain bookshop in the High Street in Camden so I went down there yesterday afternoon thinking it was just the kind of place that would have an ice cream recipe book and it had exactly what I was hoping for, a little book with two hundred ice cream and sorbet recipes, and it was £3. Last night I looked at 'interesting' possibilities, but I'm sure it'll come down to favourites. David requests blackcurrent sorbet, Will, being Will, says vanilla ice cream, Ed wants darkest-darkest-coffee-anything-at-all, and my choice, no doubts about it, is pistachio ice cream. I'll be busy then.
These are a couple of salads which I made; everyday Cypriot, and another with radicchio, figs, home roasted hazelnuts which were on the way to being a tad burnt I must admit, with balsamic and walnut oil dressing.