Mange Tout Much Of A Good Thing?

Hi All

Just as I am starting to reap my bountiful harvest I have to question myself.

Whacking in seeds right left and centre and finding a bit of spare ground, here and there, to slip in just one more row of Brussels plants might, in retrospect, have been a bit over the top.

Richard is almost being force-fed mange tout peas and broad beans on a daily basis. He questions, now and then, albeit very quietly, if mange tout peas go with oven chips and baked beans? You can see I’m a jolly good producer of balanced meals?

It may have been the broad beans with the omelette that caused him to politely ask, ‘Are there many more of these left?’ Well, yes my little sweetie there are. Hundreds. Millions in fact. The mother plants are standing so close together, laden with swelling pods, that if you venture down the rows you may well disappear and never be seen again. Yes, it has most certainly has been a good year for the bean.

Billions of fat gooseberries hang, ready to be picked. They are jolly nice just to pluck from the bush and eat in passing. Although, once I start plucking and munching I fail to pass or to stop at the sensible stopping point and spend half the night in the loo, holding my lower gut and moaning to anyone who will listen that I’ll never eat another half-ripe gooseberry ever again. I’m not good with gut pain. All severe bellyache brings back the memory of the pain of giving birth and that is not something I wish to revisit. Dear God they really do need to invent an easier, less painful way of giving birth. Anyway …moving on…

The blackcurrants will need picking by the end of the week and that means resurrecting the jam making equipment, washing out jars, purchasing endless bags of sugar and suffering third degree burns to my lower arms. This year I am jam making at a weekend. This is so that Richard can help. He eats half a jar at a time so he can witness, and be part of, the hard work that goes into it.

I’ve actually started looking forward to things dying off. The first to fit this category was a tub of early mange tout that I’d started off in the greenhouse way back at the beginning of the year in my attempt to have a longer fruiting period. Had I known that Richard wasn’t that keen to have them with pizza and oven chips I probably wouldn’t have bothered.

So, dead keen to remove the spent peas to the compost heap, and the potting compost back to the garden, I grabbed the peas and attempted to yank them from the tub. They wouldn’t budge. Obviously they wanted to hang around for a bit longer just to pee me off. Not to be deterred I carried the whole tub over to the compost heap by the plant tops. Once there I gave it all a good shake and covered myself in compost. Still they held firm. I cut a bit of string and pulled out a few pea sticks and tried again, this time lifting the whole tub, with peas intact, up to waist level and shook it.

Something leapt at me. As it passed my head I recognised four legs and an open-mouthed look of horror on the frogs face as it missed my mouth by coat of paint.

Had I been cussing at the time my mouth would have been ajar and I would really have had a frog in my throat. As the creature from hell landed in the rhubarb I screamed, ‘Godddddddddd, for fucks sake.’

In retrospect I wish I hadn’t, as it alerted the neighbour – the one who lives under the conifer hedge waiting to ‘catch me’ for a chat. I then had to stand there nodding and smiling and contributing to the conversation with a smile on my face. Not only that, when I got back to the house the said face was covered in black compost, and with the odd greenfly thrown in for good measure. Don’t you just hate that? When you have a bug on your nose and the other person fails to mention it? You realise, in retrospect, that it wasn’t your riveting conversation that was keeping the other person glued to your features, but the insect that was halfway up your snout!

I love my garden. It is my escape. My little Shangri-La. I just wish the sodding frogs didn’t love it as well. And I could also do without half of the slugs and snails in Leicestershire congregating and planing their killing manoeuvres on all things green.

Oh well, off to dead-head the roses and pick a few hundred mange tout and broad bean pods. Might be kind and cook them with a piece of salmon tonight and give the old love a change.

20150708_101347Take care my lovelies x

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16 thoughts on “Mange Tout Much Of A Good Thing?

  1. Ha! Ha! Gail, do have fun. Of later years, I have not really been inundated, apart from blackberries, which I eat in passing, as many as ar ripe, too nany for the sugars. I also have had plants loathe to leave their comfy tubs. Best of luck with the tomato plants when that happens.
    Evelyn

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    • The raspberries are ripening now Evelyn. I stood in the fruit and veg section of Morrison’s this morning wondering what fruit to buy and then the light bulb went on and I realised there was enough fruit in the garden, so I just bought a melon, which I don’t have in the garden. Although, we did buy a grapevine this year! 😀

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  2. Lol, thankfully the girls love mange tout and will happily munch on a generous handful (mine not theirs 😀 ) as part of their packed lunch 🙂

    Can’t stand broad beans though, so don’t have that problem but I predict a surplus of French beans in the not too distant future 😉

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    • Elaine, this year I planted 2 runner bean plants. Yes, that’s 2 – not 2 dozen. I have come to my senses at last and realised there is no point in freezing pounds of the darn things only to throw them away two-years later! Slow learner me! Glad your ‘produce’ is blooming 😀

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    • I wouldn’t mind if they ate one whole leaf from everything but they nibble and chew anything and everything that’s green in this garden! Good luck with it all and if you find a deterrent do let me know!:D

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    • Try Richard Jackson ( QVCUK) srlls evo freindly slugellets with iron in them,so daughter says and they eat but it send them burrowing underground. Worth a try?
      Evelyn

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  3. Love your description of dumping those pea plants 🙂 Hilarious to hear about. Gardening – the trials and tribulations, for sure. Every year we have an abundance of one thing – never the thing we thought we would and often not even the thing we particularly like. Oh well – we sojourn on coming up with new ways to eat this thing. Lucky me, this year it is basil and summer squash that go surprisingly well together. Life is good. This is the 2nd post on gardening I’ve read this morning and it makes me think that I might attempt a Friday gardening post myself. I always enjoy a little drop by your Shangri-La, Jennie.

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  4. Ha ha your pea debacle made me laugh 😀 I could just imagine it. We’re not too good at growing veg here – the best I have done these past 2 years is to remember to water some tomato plants that son no 2 very thoughtfully collected from a house on his way home from school – apparently there was a sign displayed on them stating “Please take one”…so he did, on several occasions. We’re not great tomato eaters either. Plus the chicken is terrified of them. Oh joy. Enjoy all that mange tout still to come! 😛 xx

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