Unpleasantly high heart rate here, but in the evening. I didn’t get an afternoon reading because I was out all day pressing apples.


Unpleasantly high heart rate here, but in the evening. I didn’t get an afternoon reading because I was out all day pressing apples.


When I went to collect the harvest from the polytunnel today I discovered that one of the Jalapeño pepper plants had lost a limb! It had completely snapped off with its load of peppers including the two that I’d tagged to save seed from 🙁
Have to make the best of it though, so I brought them in and I’ll pickle them green.

They’re pretty chonky chiles, too. Don’t think I’ve ever grown Jalapeños this big before.

Obviously there were also the obligatory tomatoes to harvest. They just keep coming.


A fairly bearable day for a change.



Well, ok, tomatoes and cucumbers have featured quite a bit too, but to my surprise the cabbages have done particularly well despite the heat and lack of rain. Finding new and interesting ways to eat cabbage has been at least as much of a challenge as Baldrick’s rat-based trench cuisine.
Coleslaw has been an easy stand-by, especially when it was hot enough that I was lifting pre-roasted potatoes and no-one wanted to eat anything that was more than ten degrees above absolute zero, so I’ve been making about a kilo each week (and it still takes several weeks to get through a single cabbage). Unfortunately my daughter hates mayonnaise and can sniff it out at one part per billion. She thinks it’s the work of the devil, though obviously she’s wrong. That particular distinction is shared by peanut butter and marmite. I will brook no dissent here: I’ve been brewing my own beer for forty years and not once have I ever looked at the trub left in the bottom of the fermentation vessel and though “You know, I reckon I could make something really tasty out of that”.
The solution to this problem (which probably gives a healthier end result) has been to take the chopped cabbage, grated carrot and sliced red onion (all grown in the veggie plot) and make a dressing of greek yoghurt, (home-made) cider vinegar, lemon juice, a blob of (home-made again) honey and another blob of whole-grain mustard. Add salt and pepper and mix the whole lot together. Sorted for another week.





Some sweet peppers, some chiles. Wonderful range of colours. I love it.

No idea why my heart rate hit this high this afternoon. It’s hardly reassuring.



Woke up this morning to discover that we’ve fallen off the world overnight. Now expecting dinosaurs and women wearing inappropriate fur bikinis to show up at any moment.

Not quite the afternoon crash I’ve had for the last few days, but still not that easy to get through 🙁



And here’s the latest picture of my plentiful polytunnel produce. There do seem to be quite a few cherry tomatoes. I grow them to eat fresh, but there are so many more that aren’t ripe yet that perhaps I’ll have to think about turning some into tomato soup.

Sorry, what was that? Perhaps I should grow fewer plants? Do I look like some kind of weirdo? (Don’t answer that)
I may see if I can interest someone in a trilogy of films. We’ll call them “Bolognaise Westerns” — “A Fistful of Tomatoes”, “For a Few Tomatoes More” and “The Good, The Bad and the Sexually Suggestive”. I bet Ryan Reynolds would go for it.
It’s not encouraging. I’m sure the GP will look at the numbers and be pleased, but me being unable to get off the sofa is quite the opposite 🙁


