I have been noticing more and more things in the hedgerows. Perhaps it's due to the purchasing of a foraging handbook which has become the mainstay of my bedside table or maybe my observational skills have drastically improved. Whichever the reason it has meant even more slowing down and stopping on a walk; not irritating if you are me but rather tiresome if you are walking with me. Apparently.
What used to be a half an hour walk can now involve
I think it's fair to say that autumn has arrived. I feel like I made the most of summer this year so I welcome the autumn with much more gusto than usual. It's been a very long time since I had an apple or a pear so I am looking forward to getting my hands on some fine specimens at the farmers' market or when I'm lucky enough to find a fruitful tree. Until then I have elderberries to tide me over.
I've been waiting for the elderberries to come
I do like this time of year. It's lovely to go out to the garden and feel a sense of pride as you look over your fruit and vegetables. All those days digging and planting in the rain, lugging the watering can back and forth and nurturing are now visibly worth it. I cannot wait for my quinces to be ready; it's the first year the tree has fruited and it's absolutely covered in furry little quinces. I am still devastated about my golden gage tree which
A weekend breakfast is a completely different thing to a weekday breakfast. I don't know about you but my weekday breakfasts consist of shovelling yoghurt (if I'm lucky I've added some fruit or nuts) into my mouth while running around trying to get ready being very careful not to spill anything on myself. It's not what you would call relaxing. A weekend breakfast is a whole new affair; the possibilities are endless. Pancakes, pastries, fruit, tea,
Nothing says autumn like a huge hedgerow full of blackberries. There's not much that compares to putting on your wellies, grabbing some receptacles and heading out to the nearest scouring ground. I think there's an unwritten law somewhere that decrees, 'one for me, one for later'. That's how I operate anyway.
The potential that a blackberry brings to the kitchen is endless; add a few to some gravy for a wonderful sweetness or, inevitably, use them
You know when you’ve just always wanted to make something? I’ve always wanted to try a lattice pie; one with lovely red fruit under the interwoven top. I imagined it would be assembled in a cloud of flour with pastry flying all over the place while I tried to weave the lattice. I envisaged having to try and find my inner Mr Tickle. In reality it was a comparatively calm affair with only slight frowning during the construction.
September is the time of year to get out and investigate the hedgerows. There are all sorts of fruits and berries waiting to be picked by eager hands: sloes, rosehips, blackberries, damsons and apples can all be found with a little searching and bravery. I say bravery because foraging is always fraught with a small amount of danger, for instance, a wasp can easily be inhaled if you become distracted by a particularly juicy apple.
The sun was shining, the birds were singing and my bicycle was glistening and raring to go. Foraging can be a trifle difficult when you’re cycling if, like me, you think you’re Victoria Pendleton. Berries can whizz past in the blink of an eye and then you need to brake, reverse to try and find the source of your distraction. When I went out to get these elderberries I took it nice and slowly to ensure I could scour the hedgerows sufficiently.
It wasn't quite
My Auntie Jean was not in fact my Auntie; she was my Granny’s sister which made her my Great Auntie. When I was at primary school I used to gambol back to my Granny’s house every day to have a sandwich, play some cards and on the best days have some sweets. My Auntie Jean’s house was conveniently on the way to my Granny’s and I used to stop off some days to have a glass of squash and catch up on the latest news.
Some days the two sisters
This is the first guest post I have had on my blog and what a guest it is. When I started blogging I think Toni (from the brilliant blog Boulder Locavore) began around the same time. What started as a few likes and comments here and there grew into a friendship and Toni and I now email regularly. We share a passion for local and seasonal food and infusing fruit and alcohol is something we both indulge in! It's great to be able to see what's happening