We’re nearing the end of the year, and as such we’re also coming towards the end of this project, which takes its penultimate bow with cauliflower, the mild brassica that also comes in vibrant hues of purple, green and orange — not forgetting romanesco with its brilliant fractal florets. Whatever…

Autumn is a season that always fills me with dread when it approaches, as the last of the warmth drains from the air and daylight fades before you’ve even had a chance to leave the house. I find there’s an eerie melancholy that creeps in, almost as if the world…

I tend to associate fennel with the summer months, when I regularly shave it into salads with rocket, slices of orange, black olives, basil and heaps of olive oil. …

Courgettes are one of the ultimate symbols of warmer times, straddling the summer months of June, July, August and early September before bowing out as the leaves begin to fall. …

I love everything about the summer — genuinely, every single part of this absolute hot mess of a season fills me with joy. …

Potatoes have long been associated with comfort, a starchy hug that appears alongside stews, baked whole and piled high with beans and cheese or roasted underneath the Sunday chicken. Even in summer, we lean into the gentle solace that they bring, enjoying them deep-fried with battered fish at the seaside…

My first proper experience with asparagus came in the mid-2000s, when I took it upon myself to throw a dinner party for my 16th birthday. I know: it’s either deeply tragic or deeply precocious, but can we pretend for a moment that it was vaguely endearing? …

Like me, I imagine many Brits will have tasted their first artichoke on top of a pizza — I’m pretty certain my earliest hit was from Pizza Express sometime in the 2000s, having just polished off a plate of doughballs. After that sweet first taste, I remember wondering why artichokes…

“I’m thinking purple sprouting broccoli for the next VTT btw,” I messaged my sister, who’s been illustrating each Veg to Table post to bring it to life — and wonderfully so, I might add. That breezy, casual tone, however, was soon replaced by mild panic as the days went by…