Christmas Eve. It’s the day before Christmas Day. The day before. Think about that. All Hallows Eve (or Halloween if you’re a fat kid looking for..
If you’ve ever meandered around the streets of Bilbao, dipping in and out of the local grocery shops and food markets, you will not have failed to notice..
Back when I was a lad, people used to put babies in drawers. No, this wasn’t some kind of craze whereby people put their babies in drawers, snapped a..
As I work my way through the squash I’ve grown this year I felt it was worth cataloging the highs and lows of what I’ve ended up with. I..
As Winter entwines her icy fingers around your bowels, there really isn’t a lot of good stuff going on in the garden. Okay, there’s the parsnips..
Laughter and death; death and laughter. They go together like bacon and eggs, salt and pepper, cheese and pickles, Pepsi and Shirley! So, what have they got to..
Feel like Frankenstein? No? You don’t? Well, that can soon be cured! Nothing gives itself over to a bit of cross-pollination like the squash, and nothing..
One of the joys of growing squash has to be the potential for mutants resulting from cross-pollination. Lets face it, if a vegetable has the propensity to not..
I have fallen out of love with the potato. There, I’ve said it. This doesn’t feel like a temporary split, a trial separation. No. It feels like a..
Earlier this year, when I knew that my summer was going to be disrupted by the knee op, I hatched a plan to simplify my workload at the field. I decided that..
Back when the Sex Pistols played in cramped sweaty smokey rooms, when the Clash brought out a police presence whenever they tried to play, when beer was more..
Hello. I have been quiet, because … well, read on and all shall be revealed. Those poor deluded fools who regularly read this pile of old toss, maybe..
The beetroots, turnips, swede, cabbages, herbs, leeks, winter squash, onions, shallots, garlic, kale and calabrese have been decimated either by the weather or..
See that picture at the top of this post… It’s an Uchiki Kuri squash. Well, it was one, once upon a time. I had around 50 (yes, 50, I am an idiot,..
First they came for the cabbages, but I did not speak out, because I was not a cabbage. Then they came for the carrots, but I did not speak out, because I was..
Yes, I know I said I’d do the Wet Dream post next, but Jim complained about my last post, which was pretty much just some pictures of stuff like the..