The gooseberries are looking fat and juicy - almost ready for picking. Bit I must be patient - must wait until the right moment, the time when a little pinkness creeps onto the berries - then we will gather them up.
And make pies, crumbles, jams...maybe ice cream from them. We'll hand out boxes of them to family, friends and neighbours. But come June next year, I'm pretty sure the freezer will reveal still more:
Isn't nature's bounty just great!
Cullingworth nestles in Yorkshire's wonderful South Pennines where I once was the local councillor. These are my views - on politics, food, beer and the stupidity of those who want to tell me what to think or do. And a little on mushrooms.
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Saturday, 11 June 2011
Friday, 30 July 2010
Redcurrants
Once a year we gather the currants. We load the freezer, summer puddings are made, pies are baked and the odd red berry is nibbled. And these are the kings of currants - the daddies. Sharper yet sweeter than the bland blackcurrant, superior to the dull, flat-tasting blueberry and the pointless white currant.
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