Thursday, December 12, 2013

365 Poems in 365 Days: Food Miles

November’s not the best time for fresh ingredients
Even here in the garden of Kent
Who knows from where this food has been sent?

Number 340, food again! Ironically the apple and blackberry crumble I served at my recent dinner party came from my parents tree and bush, but had been frozen. I don't know how well that adds up; local but not fresh?

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