As I type these words the rain is teeming down outside against a darkened backdrop of utter gloom. In the "news", that fine upholder of the British tradition of talking complete toss to anyone within earshot that is The Daily Express is predicting apocalyptic scenes of snow-laden Armageddon. That's right people, winter's here.
We've managed a few snatched hours at the allotment at weekends. Composting, and digging up the odd weed here and there have been most of what we've gotten up to, although I belatedly and thus hugely optimistically sowed a small bed of Aquadulce broad beans out last weekend. As the temperatures tumble, I doubt very much whether these will germinate, so I didn't go overboard with them, but you never know. The way I see it, I've set them a stiff challenge. Let's see if they're up to it.
|Me and a tree|
In gastronomic news, we're still managing a good few meals of home-grown based scran. I've made more kale chips, we've still got buckets of all three varieties of spud we grew, and while our onions and garlic are long gone, there are beans in the freezer and some squash still in the fridge. Pretty much the entirity of our butternut crop went into a single batch of a Middle Easternish bulgur wheat dish. They were delicious, as well as being a glorious shade inside, bringing a blast of warm colour to these wintery days.
Back on the plot, and the first of the years parsnips were freed from the clutches of the soil. They are a decent size, although the irregularity of them hints at a season of uneven watering. They sit in the fridge, along with a bunch of freshly dug horseradish, awaiting attention.
|First of many|