Seeds

Most of the day was spent gurning at a computer in the West End office; then if only I'd happened to get a no 22 back to Leith I might have got a lovely blip like this or this. But since I came back on the no 16 and emerged into the relative shade of Bernard St I came home photo-less.

So I was relieved to notice, whilst I was cooking some dinner, that Mr H had completed the task of removing the coriander and fennel seeds from the dried stems. It was only once I'd tasted the home grown stuff that I realised how stale the majority of shop bought seed is.