About outing sprouts

There’s great rivalry between Tasmania’s south and its north. Each has its own big city (well, big for Tasmania), its own beer brand, and its own football competition. Likewise Melbourne and Sydney are rivals. And, I suspect, a similar process explains why Canadians decry being mistaken for Americans. Me? The only ways I can tell them apart is by looking for an explanatory flag or maple leaf; and by the pronunciation of out words, e.g. out, about. And sprout. Segueing along, I’m into sprouting. Darling Meg started me off when she was here in October. It’s really easy [1, 2]. And it’s fun to watch the sprouts sprout; and then lengthen day-by-day to become a delicious tangle. I use a jar that contained olives in its previous life; and I cover the jar’s opening with a square of muslin held on by a rubber band. I started by sprouting mung beans. Then Sweetheart Vivienne bought me a sprouting mix of various beans and seeds – for a dollar. Meg says that each day’s liquid runoff’s highly nutritious. So far I haven’t been courageous enough to drink even a drop of it. Rather I pour it on the herb garden. Also, sprouting can be done all year round. So what’s not to like? It’s easy, it’s fun, it’s nutritious, it’s perennial, and it’s inexpensive. Give it a try. You won’t regret it. And if you’re a Canadian, telling people about it will ensure you’re not mistaken for an American.