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Ahh, the great outdoors. Basket swinging from an arm as you stroll through a sun-dappled glade collecting St George mushrooms on a fine spring day. Perfect yes?
Well, in theory yes. But the problem is, I’m a fair weather forager. I like the idea of it, but in reality I am terrified of misidentifying a mushroom and hurting someone. So I stick to the basics. Like wild garlic.
And boy am I lucky. This sea of ramsons is less than 100 steps from my house. Weirdly, no one else who uses the park seems to have cottoned on to what these beautiful swaying flowers actually are. In fact, I don’t get so much as a sideways glance when I go and help myself to a few lush leaves or tiny flowers.
So tonight, I added a few leaves to some haddock fishcakes – the recipe was courtesy of Angela Hartnett in The Guardian a couple of weeks back – and the flowers are in a little pot by the sink. I also threw a few leaves into a bolognaise which is currently bubbling on the hob.
I love garlic, but wild garlic has a quality of its own; a suggestion of its stronger cousin.
So thank you to the park maintenance staff for not mowing down this field of free food, and thank you to everyone who uses the park for duly ignoring it!