This year's allotment harvest has been, to use the techical term, pants. Well, I should qualify that - the soft fruit was pretty good, as were the shallots and onions were decent too.
I braved the heat to pop down the plot with the baby in the sling yesterday and drop off some kitchen waste on the compost heap, which is about all I can manage these days (as I've mentioned on here before, who knew babies were so time consuming). Parts of it now resemble a jungle, other bits aren't quite so overgrown. It's depressing, but there's always another year - and I've warned the council that my plot isn't at its best so I should have staved off a letter from them demanding I straighten up and fly right.
Anyway - as you can see from the picture that accompanies this post, all is not completely lost. Mysteriously, my little row of swedes - a vegetable I've failed to grow several years on the trot - has done rather well, as has a single white beetroot, which has turned into this cricket ball sized item. The little orange things in the middle aren't carrots (they were abysmal this year too) but a beetroot called Yellow Intermediate Mangel* - they're not ready yet, these are just ones I thinned out to leave more room for the others.
I have soup plans for the beetroot but am not sure what to do with the swede. Any suggestions?
*Yes, I did buy them solely because they have a cool name.