Up to the ‘lotty in the freezing murk this afternoon, anticipating the harvest of the final winter cabbage (January King).
I knew it was GIGANTIC, and our last holiday supper before returning to work seemed the perfect occasion for its sacrifice.
Then…Gah! The magnificent dark green leafy globe had turned into a pathetic slimy brown mass.
It had drooped over, touched the ground, rotted off a bit and the slugs had a field day.
I could’ve cut it a month ago, but I was waiting for the right occasion; a special dinner, or a run of days when I could use it all up in different ways.
Turns out my complacency that it would wait – in peak condition – until I stopped dithering, was my downfall.
After stripping off all the manky leaves, the final score was Slugs 2/3: Family 1/3.
Hey ho, lesson learned, and our third was very crisp and delicious. My 2-year-old even ate it before her roast potatoes!
I hope the slugs enjoyed their portion as much.