The advancing tide

Among the adornments of Aberdeenshire are Two Nice Girls who have taken up growing vegetables in the Howe of Buchan — these ornaments to the sisterhood are a pair of American ladies of middle years and cheerful disposition. They deposit a weekly veg box, which costs ten quid and is, compared to T*sc*s, insanely good value. Most of it is nice, and some of it is lovely. We have not learned to adore kale but have found ways of making it edible, which I suppose is something. But, at this time of year… O God, the spuds. They are very nice spuds. But the Prof and I don’t eat that much starch. Every week these good ladies deposit more potatoes; we are a bread-eating household in the main, and what with the beneficent fairy wand of the Godmother Formerly Known as Tropical, are eating quite a bit of rice … I open the food cupboard and find myself thinking of Mickey Mouse as the Sorceror’s Apprentice. I’d swear they multiply in the dark.

9 Responses to “The advancing tide”

  1. The Dramaturg Says:

    Treat the kale as cavolo nero and use it in a ribollita - vegetable stock, chopped onion, carrot, celery, tin of cannelloni beans, lots of shredded kale, one dried chilli, some fennel seeds and a dollop of olive oil when you dish it up, and you’re in business.

  2. Jane Says:

    Our thoughts are along similar lines but in a different order, so to say: braise kale with olive oil, lots of garlic, onions, leeks, dried chilli, and serve with a canellini bean puree — i.e. beans, bread soaked in milk, olive oil.

  3. Jane Says:

    But it still doesn’t solve the problem of the Multiplying Potatoes.

  4. cp Says:

    Can you not tell them that there are too many potatoes? Kale is said to be rich in nearly everything, but I have not brought myself round…….

  5. Jill Says:

    Potatoes! A simple yet calorific way to deal with them might include Janssons Frestelse, a cheesy anchovy potato casserole. A main stay of many a Swedish meal. Then you can always go boring with a pot of leek and potato soup.
    The Norwegians have an expression: “You are a real potato.” This is meant as a compliment and means that you are gifted with versatility. I have always thought it a bit of a back hander, myself. Do cherish those potatoes.

  6. The Dramaturg Says:

    Poitín, or even poteen, is your only man. What’s an outhouse for?

  7. Jane Says:

    There are two problems with poteen. 1) if incautiously brewed, the outhouse is liable to explode. 2) once you’ve brewed it, you can’t drink it (I sampled the stuff at the Irish Conference of Medievalists, and my conclusion was, just say no). You can I suppose put it in the car’s water system to stop the windscreen washer freezing, but meths is just as good, a dashed sight safer, and not very expensive.

  8. Jane Says:

    CP, we have hinted to the Two Nice Girls that we do not eat very many potatoes. But alas, they have many customers and many veg boxes to fill, and at this time of year, are rather eking out the greens with ROOTS of all descriptions. We turned down swede and celeriac, so can hardly turn our noses up at potatoes as well, given that we do eat the things, and even like them, in moderation.

  9. cp Says:

    You COULD give them to the local nursery or kindergarten for making potato prints……

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