Twitter me this, my lovelies

Twitter! Everyone’s raving about it or moaning about it, and like all of the best things that this world has to offer, it polarises opinion. Love it or hate it, pointless or not, everyone has something to say.

What do you think? Love it? Hate it?

Me? I love it.

I was loathe to join the crowd and write about it, but it’s been an interesting place lately and deserves a mention. And only with regard to food, don’t worry. I care not about mrs kutcher’s bum or insert-random-celebrity’s-random-very-mini-adventure. At least not here.

Like most things I love, it drives me crazy. Crazy! It demands immediacy, and this I can’t provide. Like most bloggers, I work for a living, so twitter is not a space I frequent 9-5, save the occasional lunchtime for a browse. This means that I miss things. Lots of things. Events, gossip, you name it, if it’s interesting, it’s probably on twitter. I don’t like that.

It does demand separating the wheat from the chaff, as there’s lots of crap on twitter too, I’m no twitter evangelist and I see it for what it is, a useful space with manageable chaos full of interesting people and random scary ones. But, hey, that’s ok! It’s worth it, the good uns are keepers and the scary ones can disappear.

The good ones you say? Who are they? For me, lots of interesting food bloggers, producers, wine bloggers and suppliers. Lots of interesting folk with lots of knowledge, available within seconds of a tweet. It’s better than google, you’ve already done your  quality control, and just wait for the answers.

So, if you read my last post you will have read about my wild garlic adventures, where I met fellow food blogger, food urchin, in Borough to collect a plant that he’d dug up from his garden. Fantastic! How did that happen? All through twitter.

If you follow me on twitter or read the Times Online, you might have read about my rhubarb escapades with Celia Brooks Brown. Now, this is a funny one, as I’ve been aware of Celia’s cookbooks for years. Recently she started tweeting, and mentioned that she had lots of allotment rhubarb, would anyone like some?

Why, yes!

The best thing was it was only 20 minutes walk from my new house, how could I not pay a visit? A lovely visit it was too, Celia generously supplied me with lots of rhubarb and other treasures: rocket flowers, cavolo nero, purple sprouting broccoli and lots more. I got to try some asparagus, fresh from the ground and deliciously sweet. We also had a beer as it was cocktail hour at the allotment. Nice! A few days later Celia sent me a link detailing my adventures on Times Online, unexpected and a treat! You can read more about alloments and vegetarian food on her blog, and view more photos here if you’re interested:

It doesn’t stop there. Friendships are forged, like minded people discovered, seedlings and  restaurant recommendations shared and blogs followed. It’s a fantastic space, with a throbbing food community. If you’re reading this, I think you should be on there with us. Follow me at and come join the fun!



Written by Niamh
Cooking and travelling, and sharing it all with you.