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Many years ago whe I was traveling the country setting up home PC's for the sales team of a former employer I went and did an install for a chap who lived in a village in the middle of nowhere.. He thanked me and gave me a carrier back full of potatoes from his back garden... Me being about 18 at the time I just gave him a strange look, and somehow stopped myself replying "Are these *magic beans*?" I got home and passed the carrier bag to my mother with a "That chap I went to do the install for today dug these up, can you do something with them?" That evening we ate them, boiled, with dinner. They were the best damn potatoes I've ever had. That, I think, is why people do it.
It was somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the AOL. I'd got used to supermarket toms over the years then planted some on a whim. Woohoo. It made me realise just what kind of bland shite I'd been eating. -- Dave GS 850 x2 / SE 6a SbS#6 DIAABTCOD#16 APOSTLE#6 FUB#3 FUB KotL OSOS#12? UKRMMA#19 COSOC#10
AOL - but we used a growbag. Indeed. Warm toms plucked from the vine, juice down the chin, big silly grin. Exactly. They were the first toms I'd eaten in years without feeling the need to add salt.
I'd have thought a black cord with some sort of "celtic" thing in silver would have been more her sort of thing.
A potato is just a potato to me, I'm afraid. Surely, potatoes are one of the dullest vegetables, and vegetables are one of the dullest food groups. Imagine trying to describe why a GSX-R 1000 is better than an SV650, say, to your mum. That's the same effect that the good potato/bad potato talk has on me.
You do make rather a big deal out of good toms, don't you? Notwithstanding the fact that we _do_ get decent tomatoes most of the year here, and I always choose (by smell) the best-flavoured ones, I can kinda see Champ's point. I mean, is it actually _normal_ to rave the way you do when you find nice ones? Which reminds me, I notice that your website piccies of AlsAceFest1 are no longer available - any chance you could put 'em up somewhere for a while so's I can take a copy? Ta.
No, potatoes are the spawn of Satan himself. They are disgusting and how anybody forces themselves to eat the bloody things is a mystery to me. -- AndrewR, D.Bot (Celeritas) Kawasaki ZX-6R J1 BOTAFOT#2,ITJWTFO#6,UKRMRM#1/13a,MCT#1,DFV#2,SKoGA#0 (and KotL) BotToS#5,SBS#25,IbW#34, TEAR#3 (and KotL), DS#5, COSOC#9, KotTFSTR# The speccy Geordie twat.
And anyhow, a dash of balsamic vinegar is what you need to perk up tasteless cheapo out-of-season tomatoes (or, weirdly, strawberries)
Not really, tho that's part of it. When I'm snowboarding, or for that matter hiking, in the mountains, I get a sense from the environment that can only really be described as spiritual. I may be thinking quite mundane things, but just being there gives me a sensation that I don't much get anywhere else. Also, when doing a long trip on a bike (say across) France, I get into a state of mind where the riding becomes completely automatic, and my mind feels "free". I sometimes wonder if this is similar to the state of "flow" that top sportsmen describe.
Well Nina's talking about fucking _gardening_ as being spiritual. I think biking and being in the mountains bear that description much more easily.
