Next to the pea patch, we had a bed of broad beans. Broad (or fava) beans are another childhood memory: picking them during a sunny winter afternoon and then shelling them in front of the fire for supper. We had another bumper crop this year, I am delighted to say, so some are safely stored in … Continue reading Bountiful broad beans
....parsley! I love parsley. I’m not happy until my garden grows herbs, especially parsley. And the challenge of parsley is that it's a slow grower and it can be temperamental. My mum also always had parsley in her garden - some of my earliest culinary memories are of being sent to pick parsley – usually … Continue reading A lovely bunch of….
Both my parents grew up in the UK in the Second World War: Mum in Oxford, where her mother took in evacuees and then later also billeted soldiers. Dad grew up in Glasgow, and with his sister, Belle, evacuated to a poultry farm . Consequently, we grew up constantly hearing, "waste not, want not". Little was thrown … Continue reading Waste not, want not – I
Milestones tend to get one thinking and reflecting. When I posted There's a Mouse in the House, I was astounded when WordPress congratulated me on my 20th post! Today is a milestone: my 21st post. It also got me thinking about how I celebrated turning 21. I chose to have a garden party - at home. And thinking about … Continue reading 21 Today!