Lapping up the last rays of the summer – and the cheesy, creamy garlic sauce

IF ever there were a day for the word ‘dapple’ it was last Sunday. The low, golden September sunshine filtered through the shimmering, glimmering leaves of the birch, dappling our food on the table. As the gentle breeze tickled at the tree, the dappled shadows may it look like an ever-shifting shoal of fish, turning and twisting, was flickering through my bowl of garlic mushrooms!
Source: Local News from the Northern Echo

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