Two years ago I moaned and fretted about the bizarrely polkadot affair that was my homegrown corn on the cob. How nature has improved itself.Can you spot a gap? Are they not perfect? Could you nourish yourself and armfuls of friends with this harvest? Oh yes.
So whilst the celery succumbs disgustingly to the slugs, I take comfort in my corn, my tomatoes and aubergines, my outrageously fecund cucumbers and the spherical yellow courgettes, known as the holy hand grenades of Antioch. The turkeys, much grown, are kept well fed on the surplus.
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They look succulent. You have the butter ready?
Three things... Antioch - east of San Francisco - that's where the latest American suburban monsters lived and secondly, I was an extra in "Monty Python and the Holy Grail". Lastly, if I had grown that maize I too would be proud of my achievement. Is there a village show?
They look good. I'll have a dab of butter on mine please - and just a little salt and black pepper.
I think ours' is too high altitude wise - it's not happy corn anyway. The local farmers have tried this year to steal a march on the growing season by starting the crop off under polythene. I hope it both pays off financially and also doesn't leave shredded plastic detritus over the countryside.
Oh, yes, perfect. Well done!
Oh no - the countdown to the Christmas turkey!
those cob look wonderful - I could eat them right now!
James - oh yes! And some runner bean chutney..
YP - that is a seriously good claimm to fame. I thought I recognised you as an earthy peasanty extra!
M'ear/Welshcakes - the best I've ever grown.
WW - but I told them from the off!
F'pot - I'm on my way out to gather some.
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