I'm waitin' for the harvest of the seeds I sow

[extemporanea]

There's a particular kind of terminally vague student interacting with whom inserts unnecessary homicidal impulses into my working life. Girl child, wanders through door, encounters my standard bedside-manner query "What seems to be the problem, then?". (Usually followed by "Let's have a look", as I peruse their transcript. I'm totally an abstract

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[bronchitikat]

My Dad used to grow broad beans in our back garden. Mum would cook them and I, under protest, would eat them - had to, house rules. Since I became the One In Charge of Providing Things Edible, broad beans have never passed my front door.

Brussels Sprouts only get the one outing, for Christmas, for other family members who like them. I refuse to even try the disgusting things. Even when they're cooked properly. Once we were out for Sunday lunch with friends. She did Brussels Sprouts, overcooked. I was polite and ate them. Yuk! Oh the joys of being a Brit!

[veratiny]

The only time I have ever wanted to eat Brussels sprouts was when I was pregnant...I craved them...thankfully they weren't in season--being much nice in the lunatic fantasies of a hormonal pregnant person than in actuality.

[extemporanea]

I am saddened by the lack of brussel sprout appreciation. A brussel sprout is a lovesome thing, god wot. Steam them and then flash-fry with bacon and lemon juice and garlic. Or roast in the oven with cheese. Tiny cabbages are people too!

Beanvy

[veratiny]

I envy your set and forget broad beans, they look delicious.

I am now the plant parent of three vegetable garden's worth of neurotic vegetables. I put them in the midst of the biggest wind storm this city has even seen. According to the bedraggle of hippies I consulted at the local permaculture hippy collective (after they tutted and massage my soil, consulted my images and stroked their beards...they were woman) the plants are suffering from stress. This has required gardening with teaspoons around the stem areas to provide more nutrients but not upset the poor dears; making them little plant blankets out of lucerne; building snail traps and rushing home from work early on hot days to water them individually with the teapot (long spout no water on the leaves). All this is in complete opposition to my usual gardening philosophy which requires thriving on neglect.

Better be some damn good vegetable...or at least enough for 1 salad for 5!