I have been described by a friend on the allotment as negative, pessimistic as you will. My reasoning is if you already expect to be disappointed, you will feel better when you aren’t. I try not to allow myself to get excited by anything too much these days unless its physically happening or in my… Continue reading B&Q is where my will to live, died.
I’ve been raving about this stuff all day but when it came to making it i ended up making a few tweaks that i loved. It is still, in essence, my dear friends recipe but changed enough i felt i could share my version without feeling guilty! My version is very rich, sweet and… Continue reading Beth’s Beetroot Ketchup
Allotmenting has paid off in parts, i have a near inexhaustible supply of rhubarb which is a God send if you a) like it as much as i do and b) are disgusted by what people are charging for it. Triffids Seriously, i shlepped home with an easy 2.5Kg the other week (after prep) and… Continue reading Rhubarb and strawberry jam
I can’t lie to you, Saturday was really hard work. The weather was relentless, the slugs had worked their way through to what was left and I had to knock down my stupid shed. I inherited the shed when I moved onto the plot and for some reason felt rather attached to it. I mean… Continue reading Goodbye, my shed.
Mini or “hand” pies are apparently the new Pintrest craze sweeping the nations. A pie, you can hold, in your hand? WITCHCRAFT! Sweet or savoury, the Americans think they are on to something with these single serving pastries. As a Brit, i know we got there first with pork pies, Cornish Pasties and eccles cakes,… Continue reading Pork, apple and stuffing mini pies
Allotmenteering has give me some life tips of late, never listen to unsolicited advice. They don’t know shit and you have courgettes. Much like when one announces they are going to do ANYTHING, the advice people come crawling out from everywhere telling you what you should and shouldn’t do. They come in many forms, friends, family,… Continue reading Pallet potting benches and slug wars
Last weekend I didn’t go to the allotment. I was tormented by guilt the entire day but really I just needed a break. I’ve been struggling with everything, fearing I’m falling behind, fearing I’m too stupid, feeble, weak, slapdash to get anything done and the whole allotment thing has been another example of my inability… Continue reading Raised beds, raised spirits.