|dried chillies, used for illustrative purposes only!|
Labels: A Kitchen Chronicle
|windfall apples, October 2015|
Behold the apples’ rounded worlds:
juice-green of July rain,
the black polestar of flowers, the rind
mapped with its crimson stain.
The russet, crab and cottage red
burn to the sun’s hot brass,
then drop like sweat from every branch
and bubble in the grass.
They lie as wanton as they fall,
and where they fall and break,
the stallion clamps his crunching jaws,
the starling stabs his beak.
In each plump gourd the cidery bite
of boys’ teeth tears the skin;
the waltzing wasp consumes his share,
the bent worm enters in.
I, with as easy hunger, take
entire my season’s dole;
welcome the ripe, the sweet, the sour,
the hollow and the whole.
Laurie Lee (1914-1997)
|Vietnamese chicken noodle soup (pho)|
|grilled halloumi tikka|
|salmon and blackberry salad with blackberry dressing|
|turkish-style cucumber and tomato soup|
|Goat's cheese and blackberry salad with blackberry vinaigrette|
|wild brambles (about 20 feet from my front door!)|
Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot
Among others, red, green, hard as a knot.
You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet
Like thickened wine: summer's blood was in it
Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for
Picking. Then red ones inked up and that hunger
Sent us out with milk cans, pea tins, jam-pots
|a zesty beluga lentil and roasted tomato salad with herbs|
|tamarind and honey prawns (assam prawns)|
|Zheijang "drunken" chicken|
|coconut and coriander chutney|