If you are a veggie fetishist look away now, this just might be too much for you.Fabulous veggies, beautiful veggies, tasty veggies, oh so good for you veggies, alas they are not my own veggies.
No, this cornucopia of goodness comes from Colette's garden just up the lane. Colette is an expert on lots of things, and this year veggies have really headed her list.
From a standing start back in april she and hubby Simon built a mini market garden of raised beds, and using the 'Square foot gardening' book I lent them created a seriously intense veg patch. I on the other hand, having been the one to buy the damn book in the first place completely failed in the veggie stakes.
Okay, okay, I admit, they did make a tad more effort than me. Yes they built space age hoops over their beds and strung netting everywhere to keep out birds (cats etc). Yes they may well have adhered to the strict planting guidelines while I was just a wee bit more lax in my planting (or throwing in) of seeds, and er yehrs they did do lots of tending and weeding, oh go on, guess who didn't!
Colette and Simon have kept their co-workers happy all summer by bringing in boxes of berries, bags of salad and lots of veggies every week. It is lucky that I work for myself and have no co-workers to speak of, as they would have starved to death if they were hoping for sustenance from my garden.
From my hopeful start and blogging photos back in April showing my string set up patch in the garden and even a pic of the aforementioned book carefully placed by a coffee cup on the raised bed, I reverted to type (lazy git) and failed completely. There were potatoes, I'm good at them, there are some seriously weedy looking leeks, but deary me the rest was a joke.
I am now going to make an admission to you. Yesterday as I oohed and aaahed at that enormous cabbage in above photo and mentioned rather pathetically to C that mine had never been so big, green, firm and round. No mine had been scrawny, dark green, leaves all over the place, no tightly packed head, and yuck they tasted bitter and hellish when cooked. C cut me this fabulous specimen and could not resist looking just a tad smug, can you blame her. She then points out her Brussels sprouts and how well the little baby sprouts are coming on. For those of you who buy sprouts in a net bag in the supermarket let me just say that they grow in quite a strange way. They sprout (Ha, that's where the name comes from) out of a long stem, popping out on either side and ending up with a long stem and mini cabbages crammed all over the stalk. Now at the top of this stalk is a dark green leafy thing that to the uninitiated in cabbage/sprouting circles could very easily (yes very, very easily) be mistaken for a cabbage.Yes dear reader, you are ahead of me again. This summer I have been cutting the head off my Brussels sprout plant and boiling it up as a cabbage. No wonder poor Idgy (who loves cabbage) turned her nose up at this offering. I did wonder why it was so bitter and why it hadn't grown a nice round head, just this messy bunch of leaves.
I think I should leave veg growing to the experts.