"Why are you planting okra? We don't eat okra"
"But it grows well in our climate'
"But we don't eat okra."
'Well, we might ..."
Over the years I've had many such conversations with my husband. After paying a huge sum of money for our little block of land, I was determined that every plant would have to earn its keep, installing only useful plants and harbouring fantasies of self-sufficiency (I blame too many episodes of The Good Life as a child).
Of course, we never ate the okra. Or the tamarillos. Or the Brazilian cherries (it turns out there are two definitions of edible plants: 1. good to eat 2. not actually poisonous. The Brazilian cherries were number 2. Disgusting!)
The evolution of my garden has been marked ...