Ah, the brusel sprout. That wee cabbage with the sweet finish of the hard frost. Love, love, love the sprout!
Oliver: Abandoned and left on the outskirts of Waldingfield, Oliver has grown up among the other vegetables with a sense of real belonging and importance. The one time he asked for more porridge, however, the cruel field generals took him to the far away oak tree, where he stayed for several days bound by tomato twine. Oliver learned his lesson and remains to this day a valuable contributor to the farm.
Availability: starting in late-October is when we begin to harvest these beauties.