Not the green ones. Sorry. Still can’t acquire the taste. But as a way to build myself back up to some gardening, am starting pretty much as basic as I can, and trying sprouting seeds.
One of my colleagues is a long way ahead of me in this, and has given me some tips, including germinating them in the airing cupboard. Last week, I managed to grow some alfalfa sprouts – having invested in my alfalfa seeds as part of the Grand Esoteric Foodshop at the start of the month. Probably should have left them a bit longer, but they happily leapt into Thursday’s stir fry, even if they were still fairly tiny.
Now it’s the turn of sunflower seeds. Both times, you add water, swill them about in their jar, and squint at them for the first day or so. And then – the first sign of something else growing. It’s that day to day change that’s particularly exciting. Being able to eat the fruits of my labours is – for once – a bonus. But I’m hoping to transfer that kind of bonus into a bigger activity this year.
Part of the problem is work. It tends to peak at just the time you need to put things into pots, let alone into the ground, and has, till now, kept up until the point when you’d hope to start enjoying the produce. But maybe this way, I can build up a little sense of achievement to keep me going in new gardening experiments.
Mustard and cress sandwiches anyone? You know it’s only a matter of time. And water.