Had a great few days out foraging for the first free, land and sea vegetables of the late arriving but very welcome, Irish Spring. When I came across the wild garlic, it was like finding food nirvana, or an area the size of a basketball court, filled with your favorite food.
Though some was near the road edge, it had made it’s merry way through the leafy glen, of a nearby uninhabited house. I could have rolled in it. It was just starting to flower and it nodded it’s approval at me to harvest freely, such was it’s abundance. I didn’t argue. I took a basket full. I left more than a football team could eat. No roots were disturbed, such are the foraging rules of the country-side. The car stank of it, it was delightful. I’m weird I know. So what now. Off home, macerated it in the food processor, and filled sterilized kilner jars with the heady, pungent mass. Then sealed it with lovely Irish Rape Seed oil. Now I have it when ever I need, ready to make into pesto, stir into spaghetti, or just smear on my toast.
Want to join me……
