'Can we visit the chilli farm near Kingsbridge?' he asked the other week. He's been fascinated by the potential of these humble plants to inflict torture on his friends since he experimented with ghost chilli chocolate on me! 'Sure!' I thought. Perhaps he could be persuaded to get interested in their more benevolent culinary uses. And so it was that he came away with the South Devon Chilli Farm with more searingly hot chocolate to feed to unsuspecting mates, a bottle of plant feed and two packs of seeds, some pretty Cherry Bombs and Pimientos de Padron. With the latter you can play a kind of Russian Roulette. Most of these little green beauties are mild but occasionally you get a hottie, albeit one that does not cause anywhere near the level of pain inflicted by those horrid ghost chillis. They're lovely fried in a bit of olive oil and then served with a generous seasoning of sea salt.
And so I've been pestered for some gardening equipment. How refreshing and much better for the young soul than an Xbox game! So at the weekend I treated my son to some pots, soil and an electric propagator. I was amused to see how excited he was by this last item. So here he is potting up. I'm hopeful that it will lead to other horticulture endeavours. After all one of us needs to be green fingered around here. It certainly isn't me!