I’ve Gone Right Off Parsnips
We planned to have a traditional Sunday roast today so I went down to the veg patch to dig up a few Parsnips. I usually do this without any tools as the ground was well riddled and I find pulling them by hand quite easy once you work your fingers around the neck of the Parsnip and then twist and pull them up.
I had pulled 4 up and I was just about to go in when I thought I would pull a couple more to make a stew with the next day. I had not put any gloves on as they are full of holes so it seemed a waste of time, it was then that I put my hand in something soft and thinking it was a rotten Parsnip I continued to pull it up and drop it on the soil.
It took a few seconds for it to sink in what it was that I had put my hand in and pulled up, but when I did there was this look of sheer horror on my face and a mad dash to the kitchen to scrub my hands with soap, bleach and disinfectant.
My much better half who had been weeding on the other side of the garden came into the kitchen to see what was wrong and all I could do was mutter Yuck, Yuck, Yuck, and sent him to have a look at what I had left on the soil.
He came back in and said where did that come from and when I told him I had pulled it up he took on the same look of horror.
I am presuming that a fox could only eat half of the rat and that it had buried the other half for later, but needles to say I wished I had worn gloves and I have gone right off Parsnips so we had Chicken & Chips instead of Sunday lunch.