Eat Your Heirlooms Darling

I liked to get my teeth into a Worcester.

Green and red striped skin parting with

a crunch. Tangy juices filling my mouth

with a unique flavour unmatched today.

My gran liked a good Coxes Orange Pippin.

Never my fave, but I’d grab it now if I found

one. We had them in our garden some big

some small. Round or oval clean or pocked,

they always tasted good with or without

maggot in residence (look out for the hole)

And don’t get me started on the tomato

season. The long wait for the orbs to ripen

and the cheap squashy ones from Jack the

Grocer that mushed down so well to make

Nan’s hide and seek bacon breakfast.

Dinner with Grandad’s just dug spuds and

sliced runner beans plucked from the string

between blood red flowers and deep green

leaves, table graced with a sweet pea posy

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