‘That night, Best Beloved, they ate wild sheep roasted on the hot stones, and flavoured with Wild Garlic ‘*

It’s that time of year when the Wild Garlic **starts to grows madly and profusely in Jervis Lum, that is the ancient woods that are a magical part of ‘Our Back Garden’.

I tell my grandchildren that the fairies live under this tree

We haven’t managed to catch any on film as yet, but I am sure we may one day *smile*

I love how it has been left to it’s own devices when the trees are coppiced..

It’s a wood full of  small wildlife, beetles and birds.. and you can spend hours in there with young children looking for such things.

It’s such a wonderful place, hard to believe that I am only 15 mins walk from the centre of one of the Biggest Cities in England.

So I have been for a walk with the dog and picked some to go with tonight dinner. 

The Wild Garlic, is still quite young sweet and somewhat subtle at the moment and not as pungent as it will be. 

The flowers have not yet spouted, which are also edible, so no image of them, but as soon as I they appear I am sure I will let you know with photos and images of recipes I have used it in. .

Tonight I am going to use it with Irish Mussels steamed in white wine with linguine, recipe and photos to follow later , and not ‘wild sheep roasted on hots stones’ as Mr Kipling advises.  Though I  may I’ll try than another day… perhaps when the BBQ come out in a week or so’s time!

**Rudyard Kipling, ‘The Cat that Walked by Himself‘, from The Just So Stories, [1902]  ‘

*Wild Garlic is also known as:  Alium Ursinum, ramsons, bear’s garlic, devil’s garlic, gypsy’s onions and Stinking Jenny

©2012  Shullie H Porter.  All Rights Reserved.



About Wælcyrie

I'm a 50 plus [ how time flies] multifaceted, oxymoron, who can never really make her mind up. A Follow of the Hekate, a Wælcyrie who walks in the liminal spaces, between and betwix. a Medium, ( I'll talk to anyone dead or alive), a Writer of short stories, a disorganised Blogger, Cake Baker, Jam Maker; Mother Grandmother and Wife.
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