10 days ago these were yellow flowers and now they're big and woody (because my neighbour didn't pick them when she was supposed to be bossing my garden around) and probably won't be very tasty but I don't care because I grew these babies from seed. They'll be cooked with organic tomatoes, yellow peppers and some onions and then
entered into the beautiful baby contest, then home-educated, fast-tracked for Cambridge, or Oxford even, I'm not prejudiced. Then when they win a Nobel prize they can say how they owe everything to me….
fed to Mr Pork. Isn't he a lucky man?