The shopping arrived just before 9.00 tonight. Still no parsnips. I suspect that sinister forces are at work. One week can be an accident, but two weeks is starting to look like a plot. There is also, according to the delivery driver, a national shortage of tinned tomatoes, which is why we ended up having tomatoes with Italian herbs. This is not a problem, I can cope with herby tomatoes. The parsnips, on the other hand are beginning to take up too much of my thinking.
No eggs again this week. We could have free range eggs but no economy eggs. This, I feel, is part of the plot to get rid of poor people. First they add to our tax burden, then they cut off our fuel supplies. Now they ensure that only middle-class foods are available (you never hear of a shortage of quinoa, do you?). In time, like cash and Izal, the famously useless glazed toilet paper, we will cease to exist.
I don’t usually talk about my dreams. This is partly because I forget them easily, and partly because other people’s dreams are usually boring. It’s also because I don’t want to give anyone an opportunity for Freudian imaginings. I assure you that if I, was in the habit of dreaming about parsnips it would be because of the supply situation, and they would definitely be parsnips.
However, I recently had a very strange dream. It featured a doctor telling me that my latest blood test indicated that my left hand lung, liver and kidney were all being starved of nutrients. For the moment let’s ignore the fact I don’t have two livers, I’m not sure how that sneaked in. It seems that the reason for this nutrient deficiency is because I do up my trouser belt too tightly.
I will leave you with that thought, and find some pictures. The header is a reminder of the time we could still obtain root vegetables.
That’s quite an interesting dream. . . I don’t know about our parsnip situation here, but I can tell you that frozen French cut green beans have been really hard to find these past few years. I just saw them yesterday and bought 6 big packs.
Strange how things vary so much from day to day and country to country. I haven’t noticed a bean shortage here, though we rarely eat them. I must look, and must also include them in the menu.
Parsnips have always been more difficult to obtain here, but that may be due to other factors. I don’t think they are as popular as carrots over here. I used to routinely make roasted vegetables that included parsnips.
Carrots still seem easy enough but we have had minor disruption with swedes/rutabaga and large disruptions with parsnips. I may have to try turnips or celeriac. Or a new set of recipes . . .
The parsnip plot is baffling. Obviously this is a time when we are all going to have to tighten our belts at least metaphorically so perhaps the parsnips and belt tightening are connected by some huge hidden design of the deep state. Or perhaps it is the drought.
We have had droughts before without a parsnip shortage, I still see the hand of something sinister. Last time we were inm Lincolnshire we saw a van from Dyson Farms – perhaps they are hoovering them all up to increase the price . . .