There are few bastions left between me as I think of myself and the caricature of a Sussex housewife I seem to be becoming – and one of the few was breached today.
( Do you breach a bastion and if you do, do you have an undefended citadel? I’m sure my Best Beloved will put me right on this.)
Anyway, suffice it to say I put entries into the village horticultural society spring show.
Those who know me well might find themselves taking a sharp intake of breath – I certainly did.
Now, you need to know this is not so much a jolly village event when people turn up with their daffs in a vase, or a couple of hyacinths, or a pickle they made last Autumn.
Well actually they do but they have to be within the rules of the national Horticultural Society which seem to be quite finickity – and are judged by visiting experts.
Your pickle or jam:
I never even thought about the daffodils:
Yes indeed.
The BB was very supportive and a whole lot better than me at flower arranging so this is what we put in the hellebore class:
And a hyacinth.
By the way that vase is Roman glass – it did me no good.
Neither did the fact that we knew nothing about how to make sure hellebores don’t droop.
(Apparently, I learn form YouTube much too late, you should pick the ones that have set seed, or score the stems, maybe plunge them briefly into boiling water and then into cold water…….)
Other, more experienced Sussex housewives obviously knew what they were doing.
But there was a cooking class and one of the categories was a leek and cheese tart. Now, I can make that with my eyes closed ( as they say).
I was a bit distracted when I made it and it didn’t turn out as my best ever so I thought I might scrap it and make another one.
But one of the few bastions left was the thought that I would not be true to myself if I found myself re-cooking an entry to the village horticultural society spring show.
So I didn’t.
I took it down to the village hall and told my good friend (very good gardener but not keen on cooking) and who said she had nothing in the fridge, she could have it for supper.
This is what the judge said:
My friend said she could imagine my face when I read those comments – mind you she also said she didn’t care as it was her supper.
So, I am assuming that she is eating it without worrying about the fact I hadn’t trimmed the pastry as well as I could. In fact I am sure she is.
I was expecting to think ‘OK done that once and that is more than enough.’
But alarmingly, I found myself back at home leafing through the list of categories for the summer show and ticking what I think I might enter.
Another bastion breached.

























