Unfortunately the opening hours for this little farm stall, which was just up the road, were also Barry’s work hours. Having deciding that walking there probably wasn’t the safest I decided to wait until Thursday when I would accompany Chef to his lecture on Fish and Shellfish at the local university.
In the mean time I searched the internet for a recipe for Blueberry Muffins – from scratch. Sammie and I used to make them all the time for school, but that was a packet mix only requiring mixing in an egg and then licking the bowl.
They turned out fine… but because of I had a bucket of blueberries I made two batches over the week (24 muffins) and now I don’t want to see another blueberry muffin for a long time, as I write this I’m being stared down by a half eaten one next to me.
The dam opposite the front gate where the sign was.