The wooden crate comes fortnightly, heaving with lush fruit and veg from local soil. Like most things, the favourites go fast first. While remnants shrivel brown and soft, forgotten, in rough plank corners.
Then the flu comes, or the tight end of month finances, and the search for the remnant becomes a making do with the less here.
Find, the forgotten things bring a richness of flavour. Pale head of cauliflower roasted with ordinary sweet potato. Tastes fresh, new, when wrinkled apple and honey pear is added.
Who knew there were so many variations, or that the forgotten could be the ingredient we needed to find revival.