Simplicity is the most deceitful mistress that ever betrayed man.

A guard tower? Risdon Brook Dam. August 2010.

I made a carrot cake, and Henry ate carrots. What other vegetables can be made into cake?

Which leads me straight to today's Sunday Top Five, My Top Five Vegetables Off The Top Of My Head!

Potato: can't go past the humble spud! More versatile than an egg, and prettier than a cucumber!

Onion: these buggers can go in just about anything. I'm not a fan of them raw, but they cook up a storm.

Pumpkin: no room for Jack 'o Lanterns, but whether in soup, baked, mashed, roasted or even pan fried, the pumpkin is our friend.

Beetroot: you know what they say...

Leek: we eat a lot of leeks, and we're not even Welsh.

Just missing the list were cabbage, sweet potato, carrots, shallots, parsnips, spinach, broccoli, and cauliflower. I also have much, much love for those forgotten vegetables, rhubarb and ginger.

Swinging nor' nor' east. Risdon Brook Dam. August 2010.

Comments

kylie said…

i made a zucchini and chocolate cake once

19 September 2010 at 13:07

lettuce said…

i was also just going to mention a memory of courgette-cake of some kind...

19 September 2010 at 19:24

Roddy said…

Dependent on how you wish to assail your tastebuds, I believe you can put any manner of vegetable into a cake.
I await the results of your experimentation.

19 September 2010 at 20:18

Kris McCracken said…

I shall have to investigate these vegetable/cake concoctions further!

20 September 2010 at 09:50

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