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I cook and I grow things and I read and I write books about cooking and growing things. This is a journal about cooking and growing and reading and writing.
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26.9.26 (opens the original)
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in the soilI came last week with the intention to dig out my remaining potatoes and prepare the ground for sowing some seeds of chicories and mustards and other winter leaves to keep the soil busy and provide a little greenery throughout the winter, only to find a few purple mustard seedlings already sprouting in the old potato bed; I must have sown them this same time last year, or a little later, too late for them to do anything but lay dormant until the disturbed earth and autumn sun woke the
21.9.26 (opens the original)
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in the soilThe rain and then the slight return of summer’s warmth have given the whole plot a new lease of life; the grass and the weeds are in full force, yes, but the Marvel of Venice beans I thought had simply given up for lack of water are dotted with fresh pods, the little fig tree has revived itself to an almost spring-like appearance, and the nettles that push out from the hedgerows and from abandoned plots are in full growth again. These autumn leaves are strangely elongated in compariso
Grounding Your Words (opens the original)
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14.9.26 (opens the original)
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in the soilInevitably I now feel as though I have wasted and wished away the apparently endless summer; the rains have come and with them autumn, the grass and the bindweed once again spreading across the bare soil, flushed with green. Now I worry that the three - no, four, I see today - baby pumpkins will not have enough light and heat to ripen before the cold weather comes; now I realise how much physical work I have to do, now the soil is damp enough to turn. Once the fennel has all gone to s
a fermenter’s journal (opens the original)
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A very hot and dry month here in Kent as elsewhere, with a troubling bounty. At the community gardens the grapes are hanging heavy in ripe and sweet bunches, delicious - more delicious than grapes in Kent have a right to be. My friends at Margate Wine have harvested theirs almost at the start of the month, absurdly early. The tomato plants have reached the top of the polytunnel, and every week they are picking ten, twenty, forty kilos, sweet cherry tomatoes, tiny ones like sweets, great fat yell
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