Last December I was in charge of cooking Christmas dinner. I was rather nervous about asking my mother if I could do so worrying that she might be insulted, feel ousted or such like. Her response, however, was a unrestrained “WOO HOO!” followed by a marathon session on the phone calling everyone she’d ever met to tell them the happy news.
Apparently cooking Christmas dinner wasn’t her favourite task.
I loved doing it and it all turned out very well indeed. The crowning glory of the meal was not, as one might expect, the turkey. It was not the perfect roast potatoes (I spent a whole day testing different types of potatoes, fats and oven temperatures in preparation!). It was not even the homemade stuffing. It was the Brussels sprouts.
And why were they so good, you ask? Simply because I plucked them from my father’s garden and plopped them straight away into the pan. Honestly, they were amazingly good. I am still excited about these Brussels!
And so was born my desire to grow veg.
The attach picture is of the raised vegetable patch that I built (all by myself) earlier this year. Knowing nothing about growing things I was treating this year as an experiment in what doesn’t work. The odd thing is – everything is growing!
In my garden & mini-greenhouse I’m growing: courgettes, rocket, leeks, strawberries, cabbage, Brussels, peas, broad beans, spinach, blueberries, raspberries, chillies, tomatoes, apples, plums, quinces and nine different herbs. Phew.