Marrows

Marrows

Also known (by me) as the most repugnant good stuff you could put on my plate.

When I was little my parents decided they were on an 'economy drive', so my dad planted marrows in the garden so my mum could turn them into Stuffed Marrow. It was horrid. They seemed to like it. They dished it up often enough. I was seriously told off one day when my dad caught me trying to kill the marrow plants.

Can't stand these to this day.