I was a fairly unsuccessful tomboy as a child. I got stuck up trees and fell into ponds. I did end up extremely grubby most days though, leading my mother to say if my ears got any dirtier we could grow potatoes in them.
My hygiene standards are higher nowadays but I do have courgettes and aubergines coming out of my ears, figuratively speaking. Casting around for different things to do with my Mediterranean veg, I found a fine-looking dressing from Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall in the Observer the other day and thought it would work well. Continue reading