So we cracked open the sweet potato kit-kat yesterday evening. It tastes curious, but not at all unpleasant. I could probably eat another. We spent some time — in much the same manner one does with whisky — determining how best to describe the flavour. Tom finally suggested it was like eating salted and sweet popcorn simultaneously, and this just about captures it.
Thanks for all your allotment good wishes. We are both very excited. Thanks too for the seed offers. I think I shall take these up. Several of the networks of eighteenth-century correspondence that I love to read have their origins in personal exchanges of seeds (sometimes across the Atlantic!) and there is something so pleasingly literal about the way these epistolary conversations grew and developed via vegetables.
One more thing: I saw my first bumble bee of the year today. At 6.15, and in Edinburgh. How I am enjoying the early morning light.