keeping my head above the compost heap
Unhusband is Italian. Not just Italian, but Bolognese, which is apparently the cuisine capital of Italy (or so he claims.) So it’s a bit of a shame, not to mention a slight sticking point in our relationship, that I don’t really like pasta. Which is kind of like going to The Vatican and saying you don’t like the … [Read more...]
There are only two things in plentiful supply on the allotment at the moment: rain and rhubarb. We inherited the rhubarb when we took on the plot three years ago and it’s incredibly low maintenance. I ignore it all year until it rewards us with loads of ruby red stalks, which I then plunder mercilessly. Here are some … [Read more...]
