early morning, wild garlic

early morning, wild garlic

The old lady on the street corner is waving a bunch of bright green leaves in my face: ‘ramson’, she called it, ‘early morning, wild garlic’ fresh from her back garden. “These are organic, wild garlic shoots”, she tells me, “I picked them fresh this morning – here, nibble on this!”

“What am I going to do with them?”, I ask. “I don’t know – YOU’RE the chef!” she tells me. “THINK of something!”

But then she gets up to explain: “I’m a simple country girl. All I can do is throw in some pine nuts, some lemon and oil  to make a wild garlic pesto or something, maybe throw it onto some fresh cheese and buttery toast, rub it over some tomato slices and fry it in olive oil. Simple tasty food that we all love and enjoy – that’s what I’d do, anyway.  Make your own decisions, Suki Maman, your possibilities are endless…”