On Monday I went out foraging and came home with a rucksack full of blackberries, wild apples, sloe and wild plum. They grow like mad, and this wild sort (it has thorns, don´t have a clue what it´s called) tastes sweet and juicy to boot. Great!
I harvested a load of them, as much as I could carry, and there are still tons more on each tree. How great mother nature cares for us! I am very grateful for that and will remember that in winter...
Preparing a pot full for Plum mousse, a local speciality: The recipe will come soon!
Those are the adventures of Mr. Fimbulmyrk, in bushcraft and blacksmithing, mountainbiking and hiking, reenactment, writing, singing, dancing, stargazing and having a piece of cake and a coffee. Pray have a seat and look around you, but be warned - the forest´s twilight is ferocious at times.
Mittwoch, 27. Juli 2011
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