I was relieved it wasn't soup, as there aren't many types I like, but I did feel rather guilty at the thought that she had gone to the trouble of making the compote, especially as I'd already completed this task while I was away. Guilt wasn't the emotion uppermost in my mind, though, when she showed it to me:
It looked grim and I was going to have to eat it. Best to get it over with, I decided, so I had some that night after dinner. To my surprise it was delicious - refreshing and with a light, delicate flavour. Peter, who hadn't felt obliged to try it, was encouraged by my enthusiastic reaction and helped himself the next night - so liberally that there was almost nothing left. It really was yummy.
A few days later, Edith took me round to her allotment, so that I could photograph the sorrel for the blog:
She plucked a few leaves for me to try raw and they too were very tasty - zingy, pleasantly crisp and with a flavour rather like sherbet. They make a good side salad and I came home clutching a bag of leaves, which we had the same evening while they were still fresh. I haven't seen sorrel in the greengrocer's, otherwise I would definitely buy some. Do try it, if you haven't already. It certainly knocks spots off the moringa bean.
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