The Great Onion Curing Blueprint
Well, if you read last week's post you'll know our onions came up out of the ground looking absolutely champion. What I didn't know then was that within a few days I'd be stood in the greenhouse doorway with a thermometer in my hand, sweating like a man who's just been asked to explain his own accounts, wondering whether I'd accidentally built a pizza oven instead of a greenhouse. Because this week, ladies and gentlemen, we have had a heatwave. Not your polite British heatwave either, where everyone gets a bit pink and complains about the trains. A proper one. The greenhouse thermometer hit fifty-five degrees Celsius on Tuesday afternoon, which is a temperature I associate with saunas, not seed trays. Fifty-five degrees. My tomatoes looked personally offended. So the onions, bless them, were not going anywhere near it. Iris Takes Charge This is where our Iris stepped in and, not for the first time, showed more sense than her old dad. I'll be honest, m...
