To Marrow, To Marrow

I’ll make a bet a couple of you know what a marrow is. To me it just looks like a giant cucumber. Poor Johhny Walker below, he looks to be struggling mightily:

Weightlifter Jonathan Walker from Harrogate poses as he lifts a marrow weighing 119lbs 12oz which won the Giant Marrow Class in the Harrogate Autumn Flower Show on Sept. 14, in Harrogate, England. The giant marrow was grown by Peter Glazebrook, from Newark, who won all six classes in the giant vegetable competition during the show at The Great Yorkshire Showground.

¬†Secret rumor alert: Peter Glazebrook’s theme song is the jingle from Annie. To marrow, to marrow, I’ll love ‘ya, to marrow. . .

10 thoughts on “To Marrow, To Marrow

  1. Never; ever; come between a Northern man and his giant ‘marrow’.

    You can insult his wife, you can steal his car, you can spill his pint and even can kick his dog; but never; ever; come between a Northern man and his giant ‘marrow’.

    Yours Aye.

  2. I’ve never heard of marrow, but that is the biggest cow patty I’ve ever seen. How far did he toss it? It was a cow patty tossin’ contest wasn’t it?

  3. EB: Shipmate- yes, I intend to never get between a man and his marrow! But, pray tell us, what the hell is the thing?
    Lou: Ha ha, you are going to get in trouble with Ex Bootneck over that one. They take their bony marrows very seriously over there.

  4. Dear Mary Mother of God!

    Lou please! “Cow patty’s”, “bony marrows”, it’s enough to bring on an attack of the vapours!

    I need a few moments to compose myself…(talk amongst yourselves).

    Right, now I’m ready, here it is, so hoist it in;

    Marrows, courgettes, (squashes and pumpkins) all belong to the cucumber family, it is the size that determines which will be a marrow or courgette.

    If you leave a courgette to grow, it will turn into a marrow.
    If you pick a marrow early, it will be a courgette.

    Obviously real Northern men do not pick ‘courgettes’ as they are too dainty a dish; instead they go for the more manly marrows, which is quite a sight to behold as the sun sets gently behind them…

    Yours Aye.

    • Well, my friend, it did look like a giant zucchini which is what a courgette, the smaller, younger and tastier variety apparently is or even a cucumber….a difference in taste with just as much internal liquid in it….wow…I cannot believe you would go ballistic over a vegetable…we have giant pumpkins over here….and other such inanimate objects worthy of notice…as my Mom used to say, the only thing you go do with a giant vegetable (i.e. zucchini) is make bread or soup out of it…it gets too tough when it gets that size….as we meander down that anecdotal highway….k

      • Kristen, meandering is good for the soul.

        When I was a young lad (7-ish) I recall walking with my Father along the cobbles of Yarm high street as he sought produce from the market stalls. He always bought from the market as the stalls were owned and run by farmers, plus the price for fruit and vegetables was far lower than the shop price.

        On this particular day I do recall looking at a stall that had huge vegetable pieces on display. They were from one of the competition shows, and as you stated; vegetables that monstrous size are only fit for stew or soup. At the end of the day they were always given to local hospitals to be rendered down for patients meals.

        Only last week I walked along the same cobbled high street and memories of Dad came flooding back, he was a giant of a man and I had to take several short sharp steps to his one stride. For some reason I used to call him by his nickname “Big Joss’, his hands were so big I remember I used to have to grip one of his fingers so he couldn’t lose me.

        I even had a toasted tea cake and a pot of tea in the little cafe we used at the end of our adventure. Tea and toasted tea cake for ‘Big Joss’, & ice cream with wafers and ‘donkey blood’ (raspberry sauce) for me.

        Happy days.

        Yours Aye.

        • Just as a side note and of course, for your edification, you bring to mind the fruit, vegetable and flower stand (all in one) located in the village of West Hampstead where I resided for about two years within the confines of London…there was a butcher shop, a bakery, and a vegetable stand all located within easy walking distance…I was especially fond of the pots of flowers I used to bring to my flat that made it more amenable to my continuing existence while living there…here at my current home in the DFW area, I have a solarium and butcher racks (another term for a place to put many pots of flowers) with every type of houseplant imaginable in my home…one of the reasons I purchased the place and also because it had a swimming pool…but anyhow, I do love plants and try my best to keep them alive…as you can well appreciate…we do the best we can…k

  5. EB: Great sketch of your father. My dad passed, but I have a vivid memory of holding his hand too. It might be a thing little guys remember.
    Kris: Good for you for having a green thumb. I have a black one.
    CP: Nice exclamation point you provide.

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