My mum used to live her life by old wives tales, inherited from her mother. She would cut every bit of stalk out of cabbage leaves saying if you eat that you would get worms.
Gardening on the wild, windy west side of Dartmoor.
And mine Dove, as I got older I could see that all these things were myths and I would ask her to think logically about them and then tell me why she did them. She did get out of a lot of those old ways but generations of myths sticks for quite a while. she wouldn’t put lids on saucepans boiling veg, Consequences was water running down the walls from condensation.
Gardening on the wild, windy west side of Dartmoor.
The 'lids' thing is really peculiar! I think lots of these old wives' tales just stemmed from convenience. Imagine how long she'd have needed to boil that cabbage if it had the stalk on it as well - at least another three hours
Apparently the reason for this was that if it grows below ground you cover, if it grows above you don’t. I suppose it’s too late now for Christmas sprouts. Actually to be fair, my mum did the best roast ever, she taught me how to cook, she was never adventurous though and wouldn’t try ‘foreign muck’ as in pasta, yogurt and other such strange sounding foods.😀
Gardening on the wild, windy west side of Dartmoor.
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Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
She would cut every bit of stalk out of cabbage leaves saying if you eat that you would get worms.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
she wouldn’t put lids on saucepans boiling veg, Consequences was water running down the walls from condensation.
I think lots of these old wives' tales just stemmed from convenience. Imagine how long she'd have needed to boil that cabbage if it had the stalk on it as well - at least another three hours
I laughed out loud at your post @muckyhandsmike
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
I suppose it’s too late now for Christmas sprouts.
Actually to be fair, my mum did the best roast ever, she taught me how to cook, she was never adventurous though and wouldn’t try ‘foreign muck’ as in pasta, yogurt and other such strange sounding foods.😀