Its has been raining on and off for days now, but today the sun came out to play. And so did we. And the sheep and their lambs. And the rest of the animals.
But we left them to sunbathe at the nursery and went to the beach instead. The waves were too messy and wild to surf so we just played in the waves and collected seaweed to be marinated for tomorrows salad.
On the way home decided to see if any mushrooms had decided to pop their heads up for our supper. They had. You have to adjust your vision a bit and get your “mushroom spotting” eyes on as they are little tricksters, cleverly disguising themselves as old leaves under fallen pines needles, bushes and grasses. But once you spot one *like magic* you can see them appearing all over the place. I couldn’t find anything for ages though. Husband: “Look for suspicious little mounds of grass.” Boy child: : “I am EXCELLENT at finding them!” The confidence of 6 year olds should be bottled and sold for millions. Girl child did not say much as she is only just 1, but wanted to join in so shouted “Mama! Mama!” crossly at some pine cones she was foraging for in the puddle she was sitting in.
We found some slippery jacks and some pine rings
Which would go perfectly in a pasta sauce with some Trachyandra or Veldkool as it is commonly known, that we had foraged earlier in the day. Their tender flower buds are similar to young asparagus.
There is something uniquely special about eating local foraged wild foods, giving you the feeling of really being in touch with the season. Getting the exact vitamins and minerals your body is suppose to be receiving. Back to our roots. Back to basics. But in a really delicious sort of way.