


Inside the cold frame stolen greenhouse - which has had its temporary plastic patch up ripped off by the wind - the spinach is still going strong. I am nothing but pleased as punch about this.

At the weekend I crunched out into the snow just before a friend came for dinner and cut a cabbage. After shredding and blanching it for a few minutes I fried some fresh ginger and garlic and added the cabbage with a sloosh of oyster sauce. Served with sesame seeds this was the best tasting cabbage I have ever eaten. I am not entirely confident that the crops will survive the whole winter and lack of sun, but at half way through November even if they all die now I will feel in some way I have conquered the harshest of Icelandic season.

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