Once upon a time Britons used to love a marrow. Every plot would save a space for a marrow plant and, in the kitchen, they would be sliced and fried, hollowed and stuffed or steamed and mashed. They were cheap, plentiful and more healthy than chips.
Then along came the posh TV chefs and introduced us to the courgette (or zucchini, as they were usually called back then).
Marrows were soon confined to heaviest vegetable competitions as their leaner, fancier, foreign cousins became our number one cucurbit.
Like the rest of the nation we’re also partial to a good courgette, but we’re not willing to forget the humble marrow. And we don’t simply mean an oversized zucchini. Proper marrows will develop a harder skin, allowing them to store for longer, and also come in their own range of colours and flavours. Rich has already got designs on my prize marrow for an even longer forgotten drink – marrow rum. Apparently it involves beheading, hanging and rotten flesh (and he casts doubts on my pod wine…)
So, pester your local supermarket. Write to your local MP. And, most importantly, grow your own… and join us on our campaign to BRING BACK THE MARROW!
Plant grown: Marrow baby bush, from Westonbirt Arboretum plant centre