|Resplendent in late evening sun|
I quickly dug holes in the ground for 6 of them, gave them a bit of a pruning, and then a massive soak with added seaweed extract. The plan was to put the other 6 on top of growbags and see what does better. This needs done now as a matter of urgency. Some of the growbag-destined plants were looking particularly sorry for themselves.
I just about caught myself apologising to them as I drenched the roots. I'm hoping that at least most of these plants will bounce back and do ok, but it feels like we've committed a cardinal sin by letting them get so dry. Ho hum.
Much better news elsewhere, as many of our crops continue to come along nicely:
Not bad at all for one, not properly matured, plant. Always something perfectly, timelessly magic about the first spuds of the year.
We had them for dinner, about 30 minutes after they came out the ground. I thought they tasted amazing and had a perfect, uber-waxy texture. They went with some creamed home-grown leeks, which despite all having gone to seed and thus having a solid central shaft still tasted great, and a salad of home grown sorrel, radishes and chard. A perfect summer supper. Sorry, no pics, it didn't hang around long enough.
Talking of sorrel, we've hardly touched our patch of it this year, meaning it has gone all massive and to seed. Here's Kasia wrestling with it tonight:
I read somewhere recently that sorrel has large amounts of some kind of acid in it that can crystalise and form kidney stones, which probably put me off it. It was nice to have its assertive tartness back on the plate.
So, our first dinner of (nearly) all home-grown stuff this year, good times. Come back for next week's exciting installment to see if those tomatoes can bounce back!