Today, a post about carrots. Up here in the mountains we have seen some really ugly excuses for carrots grown in clay or poorly draining soils. These, were perfect. What a treat for our Sunday lunch.
In general, Sunday is a day for catching up. Odd jobs for the guys who can fit in a few extra hours and then brunch or traditional Sunday lunch depending on our mood.
Today, a huge thanks to my neighbor who came to sort out the tack room hanging hooks and racks for saddles and stuff and ended up fixing flooding pipes and tidying up all my mess as well. The place has been transformed. Not sure where we would be without him.
Then lunch. A British tradition that fits and could almost have been invented here. A friend brought round some carrots pulled from the field in the morning. Lovely earthy flavor, very superior carrots to go with the roast.