The Organic Life

I love food. It’s one of life’s really rather large pleasures. I love fresh, tasty, organic food.

Out with my love, my fella decided that it would be a fantastic idea to use the patch at the back of the garden to grow our own beautiful organic veg, and fruit for that matter. I agreed, and our journey began sometime around the turn of the year.

In all honesty, I didn’t really get too involved in the muddy planting bits, just selecting the pretty packets of seeds; some peas here love, spinach over there. Soon our garden was looking allotment like (which will probably bring me on to another story sometime).

So, alas, we’ve (he’s) been tending to our (his) crops for months now, and last weekend involved some harvesting. In comes the spinach. Out comes Laura’s scream. I have never for the life of my seen a red creepy crawly thing so large in my life. And coming out of the plant I’m about to eat (no way does thing beast live in England!)

My word! Freaked out! The leek was next in line, this came along with a little worm like creature, somewhat cuter than the fiend I’d earlier encountered, but never the less a living thing in my food!!!

Organic is harder than I first imaged, but once you get around the pests, and your fella agrees to wash all produce before cooking, then the taste is enough to make you tingle (mmm). To know that your food comes straight from the garden and is cooked wonderfully within an hour of being picked is amazing.

To date I’ve (we’ve) cooked, creamy leeks, black current pancakes and I also whacked some of the berries in a cheesecake! Bye bye supermarkets, hello allotment.

(Keep your eyes peeled for the allotment diaries – the fella and his mate have just picked a plot... many amusing times to follow!)

Laura
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