…And not for the first time recently, here is a post about both yarn and cauliflowers. This blog shall henceforth be renamed ‘Brassicas and Bobble-Stitch’ to better reflect its subject matter. Glad we’ve got that sorted.
Before we get on to the weighty matter of cauliflowers, let’s discuss the yarn, because that’s the exciting part of this post. Whilst the Stylecraft Blog-Tour-Bus rumbles on to another venue (it’s currently parked right outside the Patchwork Heart blog), the entries have been counted and a winner chosen randomly from yesterday’s yarn giveaway here at Brassicas and Bobble-Stitch. You should see the size and grandeur of this tour bus: it really is something to behold. It fair dwarfed our cottage when it pulled noisily into the village first thing yesterday morning, struggling to negotiate the tiny lane that leads to our home, and somewhat alarming our poor rural neighbours. Never let it be said that those Stylecraft folks slum it when they’re out on the road. And like all things Stylecraft, this vehicle is very very colourful.*
Actually, y’know, maybe I’ll stick to The Twisted Yarn as a name. I’ve become quite attached to it.
SO WOULD YOU LIKE TO KNOW WHO HAS WON THAT LOVELY LIMITED EDITION PACK OF TEN DELICIOUS SHADES OF YARN?? YES? YOU WOULD?!
Well… out of the 850 entries that were received, would you please stand up, SHIRLEY ELPRAMA from Belgium. Hurrah! Congratulations, Shirley. 🙂 This pack of colourful loveliness is just for you:-
As we speak, the Stylecraft sheep is being saddled up and this pack of heavenly hues attached to its back, so that it can begin its long, long journey south from Yorkshire, through the Channel Tunnel, across a small portion of France and into Belgium. It certainly has stamina, that sheep. Do please let us know when it arrives. Oh, and would you mind feeding it? Thanks awfully. By the way, it answers to the name of Monty.
And readers, if you do decide to knit the Carnival Bag, give me a shout, either here or on Ravelry. Of course I’m happy to answer questions and mop your fevered brow if the thing drives you nuts. (It’s not that hard, honest.)
But enough of that: we have significant cauliflowers to discuss. For when one has a new cauliflower experience, one of course wishes to share it with the entire internet. I really thought I was a cauliflower veteran: someone who knew a thing or two about brassicas. But then this evening I popped out with the Tyrannical Twinnage to one of our local farm shops in search of dinner ingredients. And I came home with two rather fabulous specimens, grown locally. (No I’m not talking about the twins.):-
Who knew that purple cauliflower was even a thing? What, you all knew? Well why on earth didn’t you tell me?
As for the specimen on the left, I think this is the Romanesque cauliflower that my mum, Mother Twisted, was referring to. Isn’t it exquisite in its fractalitious fabulousness? Mum, look! (Yes, I am indeed using my blog to communicate with my own family. Thank heavens we’re on happy, harmonious terms or this post could’ve got really awkward.)
I was curious about the interior of the purple cauliflower, though. Because a tiny cynical part of me wondered whether it had been spray-painted by the chaps at the farm shop. Are you interested too? Well here y’are:-
Properly purple, you see? And the strangest thing is that the normally-food-averse twinnage devoured most of the purple cauliflower, raw, within minutes. Weird.
*Um, I trust you’re not taking me too seriously. You do realize that there is no tour bus really? And that any stories I recount about drunken after-show parties with Stylecraft folk on the bus are entirely fiction?