Vegetables

I seem to be incubating some sort of.....cold virus, dammit. Mr H made a trip up to the allotment and brought back a mixed bag. Think that the little things with roots still attached might be called "micro-salad" by some of the Michelin-starred neighbours in the 'hood - but actually they're just thinnings of the luxuriant new growth.

What was that legendary Th*tcher story? "I'll have the beef" she said. "And for the vegetables?" said the waiter. "They'll have the same as me". :-)  (Some ministers were dining with her). Probably apocryphal......