Imagine a world where butternut squash passed as a carrot. And blimey who knew they had been engineered. I shall also be reflecting on my distribution of rhubarb from the allotment to the polite lovely people whose food I adore this season!
If you’re in these parts, my rhubarb is kindly received by Tanvi and Richard who in 15 years time will be writing the Substack equivalent of setting up Tuck in Lancaster…
Ah Andrew, you have brought back memories about 25 years ago no 30 years ago. We thought we’d have a go at growing Jerusalem artichokes in my dad‘s vegetable patch. These huge plants grew they was the height of sunflowers 10 feet high loads and loads of plants in this patch about 8‘ x 6‘. Even one of the neighbours asked what was we growing and we said it’s not what’s above the soil that will all go to compost it’s below the soil. We ended up with a sack full, a potato sack of Jerusalem artichokes. We had never eaten them before I can hear you laughing now, we boiled them. We mashed them, we roasted them, we baked them, we chipped them too and of course soup too. Because we had so many, we didn’t do small portions either, “Do I really need to tell you the rest of the story ?” after the third day we were so bent up with stomach pain and wind we decided we might want to give these new Jerusalem artichokes a rest for a few days we found out they are also known as farty-chokes.
I’ve never eaten one since. Message to Donna if Andrew is on the floor laughing it’s all my fault.
Nice to start catching up on missed chapters… Good old Alan. Necessity be both the Mother of invention and the Father of inconvenience.
Thanks for catching up, and yes, good old Alan.
Imagine a world where butternut squash passed as a carrot. And blimey who knew they had been engineered. I shall also be reflecting on my distribution of rhubarb from the allotment to the polite lovely people whose food I adore this season!
I’m sure they’re waiting for your rhubarb.
If you’re in these parts, my rhubarb is kindly received by Tanvi and Richard who in 15 years time will be writing the Substack equivalent of setting up Tuck in Lancaster…
Haha. We’ll look out for that.
Ah Andrew, you have brought back memories about 25 years ago no 30 years ago. We thought we’d have a go at growing Jerusalem artichokes in my dad‘s vegetable patch. These huge plants grew they was the height of sunflowers 10 feet high loads and loads of plants in this patch about 8‘ x 6‘. Even one of the neighbours asked what was we growing and we said it’s not what’s above the soil that will all go to compost it’s below the soil. We ended up with a sack full, a potato sack of Jerusalem artichokes. We had never eaten them before I can hear you laughing now, we boiled them. We mashed them, we roasted them, we baked them, we chipped them too and of course soup too. Because we had so many, we didn’t do small portions either, “Do I really need to tell you the rest of the story ?” after the third day we were so bent up with stomach pain and wind we decided we might want to give these new Jerusalem artichokes a rest for a few days we found out they are also known as farty-chokes.
I’ve never eaten one since. Message to Donna if Andrew is on the floor laughing it’s all my fault.
Haha, I can feel the pain. You learned a good lesson though 💨 💨
Windy.
That soup I made was neon - I was suprised you all even tried it 🤣 out front was the best place for me, not the kitchen!
Funny though.
Lozza, Briggy and all the other names...poor Alan deserves a bit more
A few other names were uttered.
Great story. I've never had a Chinese artichoke either, they do sound a bit of a pain!
Thank you. Yes they are, a lot for not a lot.
Never had a Chinese artichoke, look too fiddly 🎻
Yes, they’re a right chew on.