Nobbly and Proud

Granted, when we hear stories of the celery’s nobbly brother celeriac, our minds aren’t awash with images of natural beauty. I mean, how could he ever overshadow the chiselled frame of that dashing celery?

However on tasting this little fella I can’t help but think people are missing a trick here; he’s a beauty.  In the last few weeks, we’ve been pulling up a couple of celeriac at a time and so far I’m delighted with them.  Once the foliage and skin have been removed they’re probably the size of a golf ball.  So although not the biggest, the taste still packs a punch.

I recently read that the garden dandy, Monty Don, likes nothing better on Boxing Day than to sit-down to a bowl of chestnut and celaric soup. Don’t know if his dog Nigel feels the same way, but it does sound like a cosy treat.

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I’ve always been an admirer of this misunderstood soul and will always make space for his nobbled presence on my plate. And to discover Soph has now been adding him to winter soups, well that’s even better!

There’s truth in the saying ‘It’s what’s on the inside that counts’, no more so than for this little beauty. AdeSignature

The October Plot


This was our plot at midday today. Our summer crops have come and gone, the pumpkins have all been harvested and Ade has cleared, dug over and mulched the beds to rest them over the winter.

We’ve still got the celeriac, broccoli, swede and Brussels sprouts to come so we’ve got a few goodies to look forward to! We should get one more harvest from the kale, and there are a couple of remaining carrots and parsnips to pull up as well.

In the kitchen, we’re using up our last home-grown cucumber (they lasted very well!) and the last of our tomatoes. The remaining green ones will go into a chutney. The potatoes, onions and pumpkins are all stored and ready for use.

Spring seems a very long way away!