After some swithering (about 2 minutes) I gave in and cheated. Ten plants of Celeriac 'Brilliant' now have my name on them in a Marshalls greenhouse somewhere in England. Or maybe some lucky seed planter is going off out today to sow the seeds with my name on them (lucky because I'd swap jobs with them in an instant).
My craving for Celeriac has got the better of my determination to grow all vegetables on from seed. Three years ago I had a sorry failure of a Celeriac attempt. The seeds took forever to come through, and the plants produced nothing like a root ball. A lot of time and effort for no result. With limited space to bring on seedlings I've opted for the 'garden ready plant' get-out.
Celeriac was one of the many culinary discoveries I made while working as an English language 'assistante' in a French school as part of my degree. It was often on the school lunch menu in various guises. Those lunches were a true delight (apart from the occasional serving of tripe, which apparently the school students loved). A two hour lunch break, a four course lunch with wine, and then a pleasant interlude at a nearby cafe for a little pick-me-up coffee, sitting cosily inside in the winter when the Mistral blew, or lazily outside in the sun the rest of the time.
So I'm determined to recapture a little of that douceur de vie through my Celeriac this summer. Great expectations indeed!
Fighting the horror
9 months ago