The last of the Blackberries are lovely and late this year, and happily coincide with the pear harvest…
When the first winds of Autumn come blowing through, unpicking summer’s leaves and bringing them gently to the ground- it’s time to go and collect windfall.
|Drinking of you|
Slender long legs, a hat, bigger and floppier than anyone else’s, and flamboyant pink shoe… Rhubarb has arrived for the summer party.
|Respect your elder-flowers|
The best flowers are always out of reach, and hiding behind vast walls of nettles…
|Aiol-i want to do is eat wild food|
There, betwixt trees and bank, is the tapestry of little white stars, an astronomical, gastronomical and olfactory navigation; this is the search for wild garlic.
|Oh kale yeah|
In the bleak mid winter when there is far less growing, I give the hefty title of garden king to the wonder-food kale
|You make my heart beet|
A simple, delicious and vibrant dish that looks outrageously charming too…
|How about them apples?|
As the mists gently descended, bringing us into the gauzy winter months, the trees were abundantly laden with sweet, swollen fruits…
How does a Walnut and Sticky Toffee Pear Meringue Cake sound? And anyone for Pears Preserved in Brandy?
|Nuts about you|
Autumn, don’t tell the others, but you’re my favourite…