Oh, I *love* this! I'll never forget my first trip to England in 1978, visiting my elderly cousin in West Hoathly (near East Grinstead) and going to the South of England Fair with her. She showed us the entry by her Ladies' Group, or Club, or something *g*, and nearly had a fit because one of the ladies had cut up her plums *all wrong* for the canning! It was a terrible situation!! (I'm having a bit of fun here with my poor old cousin.) Really, she went on about it for hours.

Those leeks! What a vichyssoise I could make with them!