Carrots, glorious carrots
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| 10:21 UK time, Friday, 24 July 2009
Ahh, glorious carrots, IÂ hold thee aloft to the sun and bathe in thy eternal orange beauty. Oh fruit of the gods, worshipped by mere man.
And rabbits. And ponies. Ok, I'll stop now, though you can't blame me for waxing lyrical about carrots as today we pulled some up and had them for dinner. They were a huge success, even my homemade cottage pie which is usually pretty self-assured about its deliciousness seemed to hover shyly at the side of the plate, in awe of the sensational tastiness of the small mound of steamed carrots.
When I started this veg patch lark, I said I wanted to do it partly to get my little girl Lola involved and to get her to see for herself the journey from seed to plate. I don't want her to think vegetables just come scrubbed clean and wrapped in plastic from the supermarket.
So far, Lola hasn't really been too involved in the patch, some might say its because I've jealously guarded it and I'm a complete control freak, and they'd be right. Today though, Lola donned her birthday gift, bright pink gardening gloves, for the first time and we headed down to the bottom of the garden. I plonked baby Isaac on the damp grass, and me and Lola got stuck in pulling up the carrots.
We had a slight stumbling block, 'cos silly me didn't realise you had to dig round the little beggars to loosen them; I thought you could just pull them straight up like in the . I ran and grabbed a trowel, and once I'd removed the fast-moving baby from top rung of the climbing frame ladder (eeek!) we got down to business. I loosened three carrots and Lola got the glory moment of heaving them out of the ground. They were smallish, but perfectly formed, and we dashed to wash and steam them.
All through dinner Lola kept marveling at the miracle we had witnessed and saying with wide-eyed wonder "I can't believe we grew these in the garden!" Truly lovely.
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