At last, I've done it. I've dug up the first two of sixteen Jerusalem
artichoke plants that I've been nervously, impatiently, intriguedly watching over since mid-January 2011 when I planted some purchased tubers.
It didn't take long after planting for the first mole hills
to appear in and around the bed, so I thought then that I'd probably never see
any young plants, let alone new tubers. S-l-o-w-l-y, little green shoots started
pushing up in all the places where I put a tuber, so I breathed a sigh of
relief.
What impressive plants! Despite a hot summer, some
torrential downpours, some very strong winds etc., they remained upright and
got easily to eight feet tall. Multitudes of flower buds appeared later on and
the yellow flowers that resulted were very cheerful; the bees rather enjoyed
them too. Having got that far, I was again hopeful of getting a crop and I was
itching for the first frost to arrive and the foliage to die back. And then the
mole hills returned. Lots of them.
That was long ago and I've since been sidetracked, but I've
got the fork out a couple of times now and have ended up with these beauties.
No sign of teeth marks either, or any empty voids (as with my carrots, grrrr). The skin looked so thin that I didn't peel these (plus I'm lazy! Judging by the knobbles I'd be there for ages). I've tried a Turkish recipe with rice – yummy. The skin wasn't unpleasant at all, just required a bit of chewing and, after all, fibre's good for us. My second 'recipe' was mashed Jerusalem artichoke and potato with a bit of yoghurt added and that was very enjoyable too. I'm really looking forward to eating the tubers from the other plants, minus a few good ones with a lot of eyes for next year's patch. I just hope the moles stay away…