Muted celebrations today at Fish Towers as the world marks the anniversary of our hero being brought forth into existence. It seems hard to believe (for anyone who has seen my youthful visage, or read the somewhat childish nature of this blog) that I have made it through the last 140 years single-handed (a number base “joke” for you there).
Despite my advanced age, I did managed to fit in a whole new experience today. For the first time I have tasted the hypocotyl of the celeriac (also known, more amusingly, as knob celery). No looker the celeriac – definitely not the Helen of the root vegetable world (I struggle to imagine carrots launching ships to recover it from marauding parsnips) – but perfectly edible and, perhaps to no-one’s surprise but my own, tasting of celery (though not, so far as I know, of knob).
Otherwise, I have largely ignored any special significance that might attach to the day – I have seen the earth arrive at roughly the same relative point in its peregrinations around the sun quite a few times before, and the novelty value is starting to wear off.
In what might best be considered as a coincidence this blog has also just passed 1000 page views (and here we are safely back in Base 10). I can’t help but wonder if I should worry about this – but I like to think I am (in some modest way) slowly educating the world. So, as this blog seems to have become a calling, I rather fear it will continue – despite the unfathomable (or should that be un-metre-able in SI units?) viewing patterns of its readership.