I am fairly well versed in wild New England Edibles. I love to spend time, basket slung over my arm wandering the woods, fields and riverbanks of New Hampshire foraging for greens and berries and the like.
There is something inspiring, comforting and even exciting about making a meal from things found. Last year, while the Mister and Macala were fishing, I gathered berries. I made a lovely black raspberry crostada. Many Summer nights we enjoyed salads of wild greens found in my travels.
My thirty six years, though, have not been sufficient to leave me anywhere near an expert in such things. Perhaps under other circumstances. Perhaps were we in a time when survival meant being so. Perhaps, no, certainly, then I would be schooled by a ten year old in the matter of wild edibles.
But I press on! I am determined to learn more.
So what will be next?
I’m spending some time with my favorite guide this lovely, warm Spring afternoon in the Shire to pick.
My feeling, pick something and learn as much as you can about it before moving on to anything else.
I wonder what it will be this Spring?
I’ll let you know as soon as I choose.