Yesterday I spent another four hours in the car. This time, as at the same time last year, collecting No1 and a friend from the V Festival at Weston Park in Staffordshire. The traffic was horrendous.
They were sunburned, tired out and covered in mud, just as it should be after a good festival! It had rained torrentially all the previous night. An unknown reveller had fallen onto their tent and broken some poles, ripping fabric and meaning they'd had to duct tape one side together. Duct tape is always an essential when packing for a festival. It had done the job and they were, for the most part, dry.
I had sneaked out early to get a run on the car jams, and on our return home I went out to see to the greenhouse, and harvested four of the most grotesquely large cucumbers I've ever seen. One of them is incredible, I'd kept it on the plant to see just how big it would grow but I thought it might not stand the weight much longer. There are still several growing away nicely in there as well.
Now, we like cucumber, we really do. But I don't know why we have three plants. There's only so much you want to eat so after giving my parents one when they popped in, I spent a while looking for recipes. Ummm, not myriad but there are a few.
Anyway, when the fruits (Because they developed from a flower I believe they are technically fruit...) were sitting on the table immediately after being cut from the plant, I noticed the water leaking back out of the stem. I got some on my finger to have a sample and guess what? It tastes of cucumber.