Ah, the joys of growing your own. I picked the first calabrese today – which is what you call broccoli when you grow your own veg because it turns out broccoli is something completely different. Despite the clubroot, the four or five plants that survived have started to produce reasonable sized heads so I picked one for an emergency supper as we’d meant to go shopping and sort of didn’t get round to it (well, there’s been an Olympics on, you know). Broccoli plus toasted breadcrumbs, spaghetti, anchovies, garlic and chilli makes for a surprisingly delicious meal and of course when the broccoli is home grown the deliciousness is squared. And then slightly minused when you realise that the weird looking green thing in among the spaghetti is not in fact a bit of broccoli but is instead a thoroughly boiled cabbage white caterpillar.
Revenge may be a dish best served cold, but on the whole I think I’ll stick to chucking them in the compost from now on…
Sounds good, even with the caterpillar.
John
And how did this multi-legged delicacy taste?
mmm, extra protein. Although, ounce for ounce I’d recommend perhaps some Quinoa, say? Might be a little less gritty.
Eww, gross::Caterpillars should be fried…
heh. I hasten to add, I did not eat it
or no legs….Sounds familiar. My dad was never a great one for ‘really’ washing the greens. I once had a very bouncy mouth-full of English spinach (i think it was)..right in the heart of it, a new family of slugs…bleauurghh!