Shallots, ;oh and a couple of garlic bulbs). Not ever so exciting to some, not perhaps as exciting as that beautiful fabric on day two, or perhaps as interesting as the history of my mantle displays? If you don't grow your own veg, you perhaps can't really get how exciting it can be, to see the seeds you've sown germinate, or harvest delicious food to eat. So if veg ain't your thing, please just feel free to miss this one!
When I was little my Uncle Dink used to grow shallots. Dink wasn't his real name, it was Dennis. Apparently when he was born he was rather small and someone called him dinky, so Dink it was, all his life, (except for his wife Aunty Mary, she always called him Dennis). He turned out to be a big strapping fella, with auburn hair and a large auburn beard...he joined the navy and liked a drink or two (on occasion three). Big fella with a great big heart. I always think of him when I see shallots, carrying two shopping bags full for Mum to pickle.
Think I'm rather enjoying this blogging malarkey. Will try for a prettier picture tomorrow. Have a very lovely day/evening/night!
Amanda :) xxx