Sunday, July 29, 2012
The pumpkins are coming...
...and I'd grow them for their flowers if nothing else.
They glow like yellow moons from the green dark under the leaves and among the stems,
They are thick and soft as dusters, and have a delicate perfume I'd not known about before.
A friend gently suggested that one can eat these blossoms, fried in batter or stuffed or just in salad, which I knew but have never tried. That way, she said, I won't end up with quite so many pumpkins...
True, I agreed, but... perhaps I could just eat the male ones? I hate the thought of culling any of the tiny emergent globes, even though if they all reach maturity I'll quite possibly be able to supply the whole of Brittany with pumpkins. However, so far almost all of them seem to be female and fruiting. The vines are growing a mile a minute now, but apparently it's necessary and desirable to prune them, which I hope to be able to bring myself to do. It's got to stop somewhere.
(This one is in fact a courgette, of which I have one lone plant.)