We tried growing tomatoes this year, but they've been a total washout. The seeds took ages to germinate, and were then totally drowned by all the rain. Such a disappointment, especially as the packet was something daft like £3 for 6 seeds. Of course, Lucy was very upset about this, so last weekend we went to the garden centre to buy a tomato plant as a replacement. £8 later, and a rosemary and a lavender, and an ice cream, we were the proud owners of a yellow tomato plant.
Alas, the course of true love etc, and it developed some form of blight, involving the leaves turning yellow and curling up but the fruit being unaffected. We decided to cut our loses and make green tomato chutney, loosely based on a recipe in Beryl Wood's book Let's Preserve It, which has over 500 really great ideas in. It's currently doing its thing, and the whole kitchen smells of vinegar. It should be cooked in about an hour, and ready to eat by Christmas. Most expensive chutney ever though.
In other news, Lucy now has chicken pox; she is covered in spots and very sad and sorry for herself. She understands that she mustn't scratch, and is dosed up on a cocktail of Piriton and Calpol, and is hopefully sleeping it off. It's a bit of a pain, as we're supposed to be running a playgroup on Monday, but that's impossible now.
I want to write about the Olympics Opening Ceremony, but I need to think a bit first. I've not done that since about 2005, so wish me luck.
Alas, the course of true love etc, and it developed some form of blight, involving the leaves turning yellow and curling up but the fruit being unaffected. We decided to cut our loses and make green tomato chutney, loosely based on a recipe in Beryl Wood's book Let's Preserve It, which has over 500 really great ideas in. It's currently doing its thing, and the whole kitchen smells of vinegar. It should be cooked in about an hour, and ready to eat by Christmas. Most expensive chutney ever though.
In other news, Lucy now has chicken pox; she is covered in spots and very sad and sorry for herself. She understands that she mustn't scratch, and is dosed up on a cocktail of Piriton and Calpol, and is hopefully sleeping it off. It's a bit of a pain, as we're supposed to be running a playgroup on Monday, but that's impossible now.
I want to write about the Olympics Opening Ceremony, but I need to think a bit first. I've not done that since about 2005, so wish me luck.
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