While it wasn’t quite as hard work as Ellis was making out in the first picture, I did recruit him on my seasonal foraging duties. There is a hill near our old house where it is plentiful, but we struggled to find it in our new area. A few patches here and there on one of our favourite walks was all, andI was worried we hadn’t brought home enough Wild Garlic. But 2 large pots of pesto and a massive batch of cheese and wild garlic biscuits/scones later, I am confident we will have our fill…and that we will repel any Vampires from the entirety of Central Scotland.
I didn’t use any recipes…the pesto is cashews, parmesean, olive oil and a ton of wild garlic (maybe too much, it is POTENT) and the scones are just my standard American biscuit recipe that I use for everything and can’t remember where I know it from:
500g/4 cups of flour
3t of bicarb (baking soda)
125g/8T of cold butter
250g/ 1cup of grated strong cheddar cheese (the eye-wateringly strong the better)
100g/1/4 cup of wild garlic pesto
200g/ 2 cups of chopped wild garlic leaves
120ml/ 1/2 cup of milk
Mix flour and baking soda. Chop butter into small pieces and work with fingers into flour until it becomes crumbly. Mix cheese into the dry mix, leaving a bit aside to sprinkle later. Add milk and wild garlic. Work with hands until it forms a dough, adding a bit more milk or flour if needed. Roll or pat out onto a lightly floured surface and cut out circles.
Sprinkle with a bit of left over cheese and bake at 180C/ 360F for 8-10 minutes. Makes 24.
Although I am quite severely dairy intolerant, these were simply too good to pass up with tomato and butter bean soup.
So, here is the thing – I feel posts like this MAY give you a false impression of me. Yes, it used to be that I spent a lot of time cooking, foraging, growing my own veg, but since I started my business, this has happend:
(today’s Knitting and Crochet Blogging Week Challenge is to make an infographic)
As time has gone on, the amount of time I spent cooking has decreased in direct proportion to the amount of time I have spent crocheting. In fact, I forget to make dinner at least 3 times a week and we eat peanut butter toast with apples or bananas. Ellis regularly tells me, “You used to be such a good cook, mom.” or “Remember when you used to make x, y, z?”
Yes, I remember. But who wants to cook when I can have yarn and hook in hand? And so this week, we have eaten pasta with bacon and wild garlic pesto 3 times…and its only Wednesday. Sigh.
