Joe's son, Domenico, came up to fill his dad's water butts from the trough at about 4 pm. He came down my path with a carrier bag full of these snacks that he said his friend had made. It was like deep-fried pasta. It tasted okay, but was very greasy, and wrecked my diet for the day. He said he wanted to start a business selling them in shops, but I told him about having to get your kitchen checked by the Health Inspector, etc. I'm drinking some of the blackberry and apple syrup I made last year, diluted and carried to the allotment in a thermos with ice in it.