Delivery Day

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.

4 thoughts on “Delivery Day

  1. Stuart Ffoulkes says:

    What a good idea! Though I fear there could be some consumer resistance – especially from the younger (but luckily, non-voting) members of society. I also have yet to work out a successful way to affix candles to the hypocotyl.

    We might also need to consider an alternative for those born in the summer months when celeriac is not in season.

    • matathew says:

      I suppose I saw the celeriac as a potent symbol of national austerity (but maybe a respectably-sized chunk costs much more than a cake). I like to think that teams of unemployed boffins could eventually crack the candle fixing challenge and, in the process, greatly bolster their CVs. But your final point highlights the possibilities of a much grander scheme, whereby the traditional astrological signs would be superseded by characteristics influenced by the alpha-vegetables currently in season locally. (Obviously what’s being harvested in Peru or Spain is not relevant.) My existing sign (Gemini) would instead, I suggest, become ruled by the Asparagus. Whatever happened to Xavier Mousepractice? And all to warn me to be careful in dealings involving a friend.

  2. Stuart Ffoulkes says:

    I think celeriac in general might be consistent with the privation currently in the air, but mine was Waitrose organic celeriac so may not have been the cheapest option.

    I love the idea of a vegetable based zodiac. Given the somewhat cursory link between the current constellations and the “source” balls of fusing hydrogen in the sky, it should be straightforward to form the outline of an asparagus spear or celeriac hypocotyl with at least as much intellectual rigor as the current choices.

    Perhaps in future people will talk of being born in Ariane the Asparagus, but on the cusp of Pablo the Beetroot…

    Actually, it seems someone may have beaten us to this (or a somewhat similar) idea – see

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