Daz and I went to a fete a couple of weeks ago. Every country town has a fete or a cake stall going on somewhere on a Saturday.
We'd heard there would be mulberry pies there, so we set off to get our hands on one. But when we got there, they said that they had sold out of pies!!
No pies, we cried.
But, they said, we have this tray of mulberrys you can have. You can cook them up and make your own pie. So we took them home and I did just that.
I put them in the pan with some lemon juice and sugar and a bit of sherry type stuff and they turned into a sweet sticky mush of yum.
But you have to be careful when you test it because it is holds the heat. I had to do that thing where you scrape your teeth down the spoon and not let your lips touch the hot mush.
And then yesterday there was a knock on the door. I open the door, and standing there is the lady who makes the mulberry pies and she had a pie for us. She's made us a pie because we'd missed out at the fete.
How cool is that.
Thats what country life is all about.