The first crop: two aubergines

 

Yesterday my mum said to my dad that the aubergines were ready to harvest.

––This morning.

“Look, June!”

“Oh, you’ve got them. They are beautiful, aren’t they?”

There were two aubergines in his hand.

“What shall we cook with the two aubergines for dinner?”

“How about ‘Fried aubergine with Chinese chilli sauce'?”

“That’s a good idea!”

‘Horrible smell!! But I’ll put up with it if they give me ice cream this evening,’ I murmured.

––In the evening.

She opened the freezer and said: “Oh, dear, we’ve run out of ice cream.”

Hummmm … …