Foraging

One of the best things about being in London this year is getting to spend time with my sister and brother-in-law, who moved an 1 hr train away shortly after I arrived. That has been a big blessing!
R and N are quite the chefs and are always trying new recipes and foods. Everytime I have visited them, I have had my palate opened to a whole new experience, from venison to ox tail to celery root to many other delicious things. This past Saturday was no different. I trained it out for a short visit and was told that we were going to go "foraging". So we got into the car, went out into remote, beautiful English countryside, and began picking things out of the ground that I had never known were edible. At one point I turned around to see my sister munching happily on a dandelion! And at the end of the walk, we picked 1/2 bag of stinging nettle (kind of like poison ivy), the plant that everyone despises and fears. I dove into a patch of it when playing frisbee in Ireland a few years ago, and it was not pleasant. But apparently nettle soup was said to be delicious, so after "foraging" around, we went back and made it. And once again, my sibs introduced me to a wonderful new dish!