Caraway and fennel
The caraway seeds for our sweet-and-sour bread have been collected, both from our yard and from the neighbour’s pasture – though I feel a bit embarrassed when going to ask whether I can go to the pasture “as your cows anyway don’t eat caraway”. The former neighbour used to come and have a good squint at whatever it was I wanted to have that even his cows wouldn’t touch.
Yesterday was the time to harvest the Florence fennel (the time might already have been some two weeks ago but we had something else then). A few of them had bolted, most likely because of the great differences in temperature during the growing season (from +8C to +35 and back to +8), which is no wonder – we at times felt like bolting, too… But we got quite enough of good ones to see us through the winter.
Today we went out to revel in mushrooming among the elk flies. Unfortunately there were far more elk flies than mushrooms but we got enough for a dinner
Chantarelles
Leeks, garlic, Jamaican Bell chillies (actually they are sweet peppers as they are not hot) and a small Bonbon squash that refused to grow.
French beans steamed and then braised in butter with garlic.
And as an appetizer steamed beetroot with blue cheese
The weather has really turned autumnlike and we are keeping our fingers crossed that the frosts wouldn’t hit us for a few more weeks so that our squashes/pumpkins would have time to mature. We are looking forward to a deluge of them…
