A is for Artichoke

 

First thing this morning I checked my blog and experienced what must be very special to all fledgling blogger - a buzz from the fact that people had visited the site and added their thoughts. People from Canada, Singapore, and even far-flung Norfolk. Thank you.I went down to breakfast which is prepared with military precision by my husband at 7 am. He runs our house as if it were a kind of bootcamp for weaklings. We are yelled at to get dressed quickly, asked whether we have the right equipment for the day - sports kit, Oyster Card, coat, correct shoes etc. But then his bootcamp has a strange edge. Classical music is piped into the kitchen. All tastes in bread are catered for. And for me there are added privileges. Coffee and newspapers. I am very very lucky.I mentioned to everyone my small triumph in the world of blogging. Husband was impressed but worried about the implications of time-wasting in the morning if I was checking my blog rather than getting ready for his 7am- sharp breakfast. Daughter asked why her brother and not her had inspired a blog. ( Sibling rivalry is big in our house.) And Freddie? Well he looked up from his brown toast with honey ( always the same, every single breakfast) and said. "Twenty-eight visitors? You still have something like 6 billion to go then." He likes statistics. And he has an unerring knack of bringing me back down to earth with a bump.But I am undeterred. I've decided I need a strategy to make the GreatBVC work. As Fred is complete in his dislike of vegetables I will set about introducing the A to Z of Veg. First stop, the Artichoke. I don't know what to do with it but might as well start at the deep end.