A knock on the door, and I was greeted by a neighbour, holding up a large whit plastic bag.  “Can you use some apple cucumbers?” he asks.  “Oh, yes please?” I reply.  He then handed me the bag with 12 or so apple cucumbers inside.  Another lady from across the road had told him that I cook, and she was sure that I could use them.  I asked if he likes pickles, and promised to return some of his produce in a jar. Continue reading →