Is this a resolution I see before me?

I’m a serial blog-starter-upper. I know there are worse things to be, but apart from adding “killer” to the serial bit Mr Scott, my mock-husband, struggles where I am concerned, to identify them.
I have a problem sticking with the project. I’m not so much wallpaper paste as completely flakey. So this year, 2011, I have [...]

Tomato Relish … or How To Stop Crying when Peeling Onions

To be honest, I was most surprised to collect this trug-full of tomatoes because weird things happened in the city garden. The tomato patch looks as if some sort of creeping-fungal-knob-rot has enveloped the entire area.

The garden ruin looks biblical to a Catholic so I’m doing reruns of past sins to discover which one is [...]

Rativity

Remember the rat in the kitchen? No? Remind yourself here then.
It just wouldn’t be a new week if I didn’t get the chance to write about rats.
Seemed nocturnal-kitchen-rattus was a bit annoyed when, on its return the following evening it discovered the entrance at the top of the rat-ramp was firmly locked.
So it did what [...]

The World’s Most Twee Salad aka the Giant Scarlet Runners

This year has been my first fail with Dad’s beans. They are a snap bean from which he had been seed-saving since the 1950s and have quickly become a favourite with all who try them. The patch of garden in which they were sown had been carefully nurtured through winter with fish frames and guts, [...]

My Dad, Vic Reeves, separated at birth?

My dad died recently – an event which could be responsible for a year’s worth of blog posts in itself. One of the cool things that happen when a parent dies (and believe me, you can count on ONE FINGER exactly how many cool things happen when you lose your folks) is that people produce [...]

Rhubarb Rumble Recipe

With all the rhubarb crisp and cobbler, crumble and sponge searching I performed for Andrew’s birthday pudding I finally reached the stage where even the word “rhubarb” was beginning to look like a misspelling.
Eventually I settled on a recipe and then, in honour of my dear mother, I faffed about with it a bit though [...]