35>FOOd!

Well, here is the garden presenting its first edible gifts. Of course, THAT was what it was about!!

 Recently lean dependency followed months of stalking with a superior air past the plastic wrapped, scrubbed roots and onions in the supermarket, but amazed and awed by their consistency and low cost. I hear early morning farming programmes often enough to know that some seriously dedicated growers are trying to work inside our communally mean food-chain.
 The instinct to grow gardens is not ££££iscal...

I went into the rat-proof foodstore here just now, ready to feel into sacks for a few shrunken potatoes < they are sweet and nutty> but the tangle of chitted shoots was too much to engage with. They were like the fingers of desperate potato beings, screaming "plant me! plant me!".
 Other roots are long quietly composted. The winter greens in the ground have gone to stalk and yellow flower.. Onions are becoming soggy or sprouting in their strings. I don't walk so haughtily past the shelves of vegetables in the shop now.

Yesterday I picked baby turnips and dug up two haulms of early potatoes. I have wonderful radish to pluck, and a feast of salad< got to sort out some crazy Spikes Super Salad Dressing before I get anywhere near that one>.. Oh, and I have started on the fresh garlic. Three bulbs so far. I feel down into the earth how fat they are.
Like a thief.
Hang on, this was meant to be about food: The preparation of.
Will have to be another part, maybe two,


I am an Earth sign, after all...