Although the weeds are/were sky high after all of the rain and a weekend not working on the allotment, it was good to get back to it on Sunday.
Our tomatoes are coming along well, lets hope they start to ripen soon. The marigolds are doing an excellent job standing guard against white fly in the greenhouse.
The marigolds on duty in the cabbage fields. Fingers crossed, no white fly as yet.
We have picked about 8lb of peas podded weight, with lots to come. I actually started another four trays yesterday, it will be touch and go to see if they have enough time to fully form, but I always hope for an Indian summer. Hubby’s picked at least 10lb of his favourite fruit in all the world, raspberries. (he ate three bowls full of raspberries and ice cream After a Sunday lunch, oink, oink!)
The slightly strange, paddling its own canoe, blackcurrant bush had some fruit ready to pick. This is the easiest way to pick blackcurrants. There is a draw back, you do have to own the bush to start with. I will do a proper job of pruning when its lost some of its leaves. Blackcurrants will only fruit on young canes, anything over three years needs to go.
As we had a very good piece of Aberdeen Angus waiting in the fridge to cook, I thought it was an appropriate time to crack open a dustbin of potatoes. It is a little early and I was a little apprehensive, I was also getting moaned at about how early it was, although the moaning stopped when He heard that potato blight had been spotted up at the allotments. Better to eat them, than let the blight get ’em. I don’t really want to spray against blight. I know the potatoes that I eat for most of the year will most probably have been sprayed for lots of things, but for me anyway, it goes against the grain to use chemicals up at the plot. (although slug pellets are an exception!)
There was one dustbin containing potato plants that had been heavily beaten about by the wind. The plants looked rather sorry for themselves and as the labels I had carefully written out had long since been lost we thought this was the best one to crack open. Sadly it was the King Edwards which are a late main crop.
There were lots and lots of small delicious looking potatoes. The tiny, tiny ones I will make into potato salad. I think about four to five pound in weight.
I then picked very small carrots and a Greyhound cabbage. An old boy we chat to gave us a lovely piece of horseradish which we thanked him with a couple of pounds of peas. I picked some mint, (I am a heathen I like mint sauce with all roast dinners, regardless of type of meat) There was a nearly blown, quite tiny cauliflower. (the only one that has survived, I think it is heading for the chickens) then I picked some Japanese onions.
And then I picked more raspberries, Sunday lunch is shaping up very nicely by this point.
Hubby put some more pea plants in the ground for me and some celery plants which my dad has requested. I did a bit of pottering and watering and potting things on.
Then homeward bound.
Son no.1 was home with his girlfriend. I shall call her L. Somewhere along the line and I’m not quite sure how, I invited her for Sunday lunch, (although it was gone 7 p.m. by this point) which she happily accepted. Then I had a full blown panic attack, (said in jovial terms) as it hit me, that it was the first Ever, entertain a girlfriend type meal. I think I went into a bit of a panic. It was a lovely dinner, roast beef, new potatoes, roast onions, peas, carrots, cabbage, mint sauce and horseradish sauce enlivened with some fresh root and some lovely gravy. Followed by raspberries and ice cream.
Was L impressed, I think she enjoyed it, was she stunned by the freshness and taste of my ingredients. She was not, (although she said she really liked the potatoes) as her father has an allotment and he has Two Plots, but at least she wasn’t fazed when son no.1 found some extra protein in his raspberries (a tiny, tiny insect, you could barely see it!) and she carried on eating hers. Unlike my two wimpy sons who stopped eating, which is Why, hubby ended up with three bowls of raspberries and ice cream. ‘wink’