The past few days have been splendid, as you probably know. Whilst wandering about in the sun I managed to find and pick a few handfuls of wild garlic. or ransoms as they are more formally called, inspired to search them out by mention of them in Mark Hix' book "British Seasonal Food".
Here’s a picture of them growing in Padstow woods.
And here’s what I did with them …
Penne Pasta in Wild Garlic Alfredo – well this is easy, just add shredded wild garlic to a simple alfredo sauce BUT I made it extra yummy. My real man had a burger (homemade of course, I’m surprised you asked) topped with bacon, red onions and cheddar. I always finish it in the oven and whilst doing this I crisply fried myself some breadcrumbs in the bacony fat which had bits of caramelised onion in it. My meal was seriously delicious (I'd have thought so even if I wasn't such a bighead) and looked like this.
I also puréed (ish) some of the leaves together with olive oil, lemon juice and freshly and coarsely ground black pepper and marinated a piece of haddock in this for an hour or so then pan fried it and ate it with our first Jersey Royals of the season.
Lastly I mixed the remaining leaves with some leftover mashed potato and fried up a crispy cake to go with another piece of haddock cooked in bacon fat. I hope I’ll be alright, re the bacon fat!
I really like this wild garlic stuff and shall certainly pick some more next time I am in the woods. I’ll get plenty and make a quasi pesto with some so that I can have it to use for some time. I also want to just purée some with mayonnaise. I’ll probably write about it later.
Other things I have done recently are - I had a lovely wiggly wander about Padstow; wiggly because I was walking around the hoards of people thronging the small harbour.
I had lunch at The Basement, on a street called Drang, with my friend Carol, she ate mussels ...
I played with this picture to remove all the cameras, sunglasses etc from it.
... and I had a wonderful Monkfish Madras which was perfect in every way, in fact extra perfect as it had a surprise Onion Bhaji in the centre of it. With this I drank my first, but certainly not my last, wine from Camel Valley; Bacchus, a fruity white wine which was gorgeous.
I just tidied up a bit for this one.
Friday I spent the morning at the Antiques Fair and Flea Market in Wadebridge followed by lunch at The Glasshouse (also with the aforementioned Carol) where I ate a goats cheese, caramelised onion and chipotle jam concoction on toast which was the go for me. They do a lovely platter of tapas too - well worth a visit.
Thursday my real man and I spent on the beach at Porthcothan beach just laying in the sun, reading, eating a picnic (fairly basic but nice), he spent some time in the sea which his surf ski and we explored the coves and rocky places.
You know, the
Caribbean is lovely but it’s hard to beat a Cornish beach when the weather’s right. For a start the tide goes out So Far! About half a mile the other day and the beaches are interesting with caves and rock pools and weathered rock formations. We had a lovely time and I’m glad we’d already got a tan because a lot of people left the beach rather burnt.