I never ate a parsnip when I lived on the other side of the pond.
I never knew anyone who had eaten a parsnip.
I had never even seen a parsnip, although I did know they existed.
It turns out that the Brits love parsnips. I learned that because after we moved to France my British friends were constantly complaining … Continue reading.....
Our ground is clay (or something similar).
When it's wet it's slippery, thick mud that sticks to your shoes, making one's shoe size grow from a '7' to an '11' in about 5 steps.
When it's dry it cracks. In summer our field has cracks deep enough and wide enough to swallow a small animal.
In the potager, after it's tilled … Continue reading.....