Broccoli - the return

Just testing out w.bloggar and it appears to be terribly clever although in my idiocy I wasn't able to change the settings as directed under the FAQ's.

Anyway, that's not very interesting so I'll return to the stimulating subject offered previously and cruelly withdrawn without a by your leave.

Do you remember the glory days of August 2004, the 17th I think it was? I was about to launch into an invigorating and enlightening tale concerning the well known and much loved vegetable, broccoli when I was stopped in my tracks by the sighting of a very dead dog.

Well, several readers have writen in begging me to reveal the mysteries of the familar green vegetable and being a chap who responds well to repeated pleas for mercy I'll lay my vegetable related cards on the table right now.

Not 6 months ago, soon after arrival on this charming island I was caught up in a whirlwind of enthusiasm for rural pursuits and decided to prepare a likely looking vegetable patch for planting. Said patch was left by the previous occupant of our hill-top residence and even to my novice gardeners eye (would that be a green-green eye?) had all the hallmarks of a rich and fertile soil. It was brown.

No sooner had I cleared the area of a particularly persistent grass than my little, chubby legs were pounding towards the local seed purveyor with a few moist coins clasped in my sausage like fingers. Radishes, silver beet (don't ask me), dill, beetroot and rocket were all tilled and trowled and left to spring to life in the miraculous way that the good lord intended.

As indicated on the packet it only took 8 short weeks...for nothing to happen so I trudged back to the previously mentioned shop and cheated with some seedlings. The silverbeet variety also died a slow death but the broccoli, being full of iron, sprang to life and stands proudly to attention out there as I write. even cut a couple of the heads off the other day and they tasted great. Well, I say that but they tasted pretty much like the broccoli purchased from a shop but they were certainly greener.

So there you have it.

And now, the sun is shining, more shoots are peering out to see what the world has to offer, I've shared my broccoli story and can now bring this interminable saga to a close. Just wait until I get going with the parsely cuttings. You ain't read nuffink yet. (Doom, doom, B.B.B.B.Baby)