Saturday 18 June 2011

Balmy Days.


In between the April showers that we are blessed with in June, the odd clement day lends itself to the utilisation of lush garden greenery, happily flourishing in the rain. Alongside the daily pickings of salad leaves, radishes and broad beans there are plants hidden around our small corner that make a more unusual contribution to the dining table.

Two of my favourites are fairly similar in appearance but pack quite a different punch in flavour and medicinal value.


Lemon Balm (Melissa officinalis) will soothe your cares away - relieving anxiety, headaches and promoting good sleep, also having a very calming effect on unruly stomachs. The leaves make a simple 'tea' infusion - the flavour crossing a very mild citrus tang with a cucumber type freshness. I have had some success making the infusion into into a jelly with agar agar, lemon juice and Agave syrup which combines in a cunning medicinal dessert, expertly hidden from those in your life who might not be so enthusiastic about herbal remedies! Sadly my jelly hasn't behaved of late and while happily edible it has certainly not been suited to a portrait - you will have to trust me for now that it works.

A more recent trial (pictured at the start of this post) is a Lemon Balm Liqueur. Mix washed, crushed lemon balm leaves with vodka, honey and lemon peel to taste - life is too short to measure these kinds of recipes. Leave to stand for 3 weeks then drain, bottle and store until required. Drink straight as an aperitif, dilute with sparkling water for a gentle fizz or adapt your favourite cocktail recipe as appropriate - I have heard that Lemon Balm Martinis work rather well.

For those of you with eagle eyes, pictured alongside the Lemon Balm Vodka is a second very different pot of delight - courgette jam, a story for a later date...

In the meantime...


Stinging nettles (Urtica dioica) are the vitamin heroes of our small corner - rich in vitamins A, C, iron and protein, they are perfect as an all-round tonic - boosting immunity, acting as a diurectic and even celebrated as an anti-inflammatory. I happily cultivate this 'weed' in abundance around our wild patches, much to the confusion of a number of well manicured gardeners who have left looking a little concerned for the fate of the plot.

To get the best of our nettles I pick the young tops and shoots regularly from early spring and for as long as I can hold them off from flowering (once the leaves are larger and the flowers established the plants become fairly bitter and have some anti-social effects on digestion that are worth avoiding). The leaves should be picked with gloves and washed well, but once cooked they loose their sting immediately and hold a flavour somewhere in the region of a strong and more interesting spinach. Infuse the leaves to make a refreshing brew, substitute them for the basil in a pesto to utterly confuse your dinner guests or make my absolute favourite warmer for grey rainy days - Nettle Soup.


Unless you have carefully doctored your nettles, you will find it is a little late in the year for the right pick of leaves so you may want to hold this recipe for next spring... Fry a white onion in a generous knob of butter until slightly coloured. Add two medium potatoes to the pan (peeled and cubed), cover the pan and sweat for 10 minutes. Add enough vegetable stock (made with a good quality bouillon) to cover the potatoes by about two centimeters and leave to simmer for up to 30 minutes. Add your well-washed nettle tops, having first removed any thicker stalks (about a carrier bag full should make a large batch of soup), simmer for 5 minutes then cool the soup and liquidise before returning to the heat and seasoning with salt, pepper and nutmeg to taste. If you are feeling in a particularly lavish mood, serve with creme fraiche or double cream, otherwise simply drizzle with olive oil and enjoy. This should serve six, or one for a week of tonic if you avoid adding cream and store in the fridge.

Who needs Nytol, Ibuprofen and Berocca when you can simply feast on city weeds?

Thursday 16 June 2011

Sharing.


One of the pleasures of our small corner sanctuary is to be reminded of friends and family as I pootle around the wild garden plot, digging up the endless weeds and squeezing edibles and perennials into random gaps as they appear. While embarking on my green-fingered adventure I have discovered the joy of plant swapping (more collecting and less swapping at this stage) and so my jumbled beds are now a growing patchwork of the various plant-people in our life...

In the early days when nothing else would grow in our weed-infested jungle, Andrew's Golden Marjoram took hold and claimed a patch of ever increasing land as it's own, now adding a Mediterranean highlight to summer salads and stews.


My Mum came into force at an early stage in the garden development and through her extensive network of plant lovers and many years of hard graden labour, she provided us with Crocosmia, Rubekia, Aqualegia, Forget me nots, Verbena, Poppies, Ferns, enough Feverfew to plant a meadow and a multitude of border creepers that I am yet to identify. Not all are in season just now but these provide a flavour...


She also brought me plants with particular memories...

Aunty Ruby's Irises which had always grown outside her front door and the Strawberries that held the main domain in her Birmingham back yard.


Aunty Blanch's Primulas herald the beginning of spring each year but are now happily dormant, awaiting their photo opportunity next year alongside Anna's Primroses.

As I started to understand what could be grown in the dappled shade of our eight adjacent trees, other Mum's filled in the gaps...

Zena's Mum's Rhubarb, much loved by me and the local snails.


Sadly Zena's Goosebury isn't fit for a photograph, it carries a long fox story for another time...

The plant women of my own generation emerged at my birthday two years ago after the aforementioned Fox saga and Rosie's Lemon Balm now rules the garden and provides abundant cups of tea, bottles of vodka and the odd wobbly jelly.


A year later, my next birthday brought Martin and Sabine's Sweet Woodruff which I am yet to make into Maibowle.


And after this years birthday, Rosie and Emily's Lavender is just starting to establish...


... alongside Becky's Heartsease.


The season is only yet midway, still to come are Clare's Beans which I sowed ridiculously late this year, my fingers are crossed for their swift development...


...to be continued.