Harvest time. That's what the last couple of weeks have felt like to me. All the hard work that was done early in the year is now rewarding us with the most divine gifts.
We've been in Malmö for 2 weeks and until yesterday we had the most glorious crisp, bright, mild weather. Leaves crunched underfoot, sun sparkled through tree branches and Mountain Man & I must have stood out like the tourists we still are, in our shorts and sandals. We certainly got plenty of funny looks from the locals who were already wrapped up in scarves and down jackets.
And oh...the food. Harvest time it clearly is... The two experiences I had of the Saturday farmers market just around the corner on Drottningtorget were resplendent with organic berries, plums, sweetcorn and apples. The market runs from the end of August until mid October, so it really is just a gloriously short but sweet taste of the bounty of local farmers.
Last Saturday I stocked up on blueberries, raspberries & strawberries fresher than I have ever seen...anywhere. The gent who sold Mountain Man a bunch of sunflowers on our first weekend sold us a very sturdy pot of thyme on this occasion. A few kilos of organic apples for juicing & stewing were carried home and the lovely ladies from Marcello's Farm provided us with the most beautiful red lettuce, carrots, broccoli & fresh corn on the cob (when did I last have that?). It called to me, I really couldn't resist those beautiful silky threads peeking from their green wrapping. They provided a midday snack today, simply steamed and slathered in butter. Taking a photo of them became less important than wolfing them down...er...ooops.
We've been in Malmö for 2 weeks and until yesterday we had the most glorious crisp, bright, mild weather. Leaves crunched underfoot, sun sparkled through tree branches and Mountain Man & I must have stood out like the tourists we still are, in our shorts and sandals. We certainly got plenty of funny looks from the locals who were already wrapped up in scarves and down jackets.
And oh...the food. Harvest time it clearly is... The two experiences I had of the Saturday farmers market just around the corner on Drottningtorget were resplendent with organic berries, plums, sweetcorn and apples. The market runs from the end of August until mid October, so it really is just a gloriously short but sweet taste of the bounty of local farmers.
Last Saturday I stocked up on blueberries, raspberries & strawberries fresher than I have ever seen...anywhere. The gent who sold Mountain Man a bunch of sunflowers on our first weekend sold us a very sturdy pot of thyme on this occasion. A few kilos of organic apples for juicing & stewing were carried home and the lovely ladies from Marcello's Farm provided us with the most beautiful red lettuce, carrots, broccoli & fresh corn on the cob (when did I last have that?). It called to me, I really couldn't resist those beautiful silky threads peeking from their green wrapping. They provided a midday snack today, simply steamed and slathered in butter. Taking a photo of them became less important than wolfing them down...er...ooops.
Today, as the rain came down in a relentless drizzle (just like home then) I decided to combine all the fruit I had failed to eat - and was at risk of ending up in the compost bin - into a crumble. I baked some overripe cherries and plums with a mix of orange juice, honey, star anise, cinnamon, nutmeg and cloves and then mixed the perfumed, juicy piece of fruity heaven with 1 sliced apple. This mix formed the base of the crumble and a quick wholegrain flour/butter/rapadura sugar mix formed the crumble topping. Baked in the oven for 35 minutes and hey presto, dessert. If anyone would like a more detailed recipe, comment below and I will post it. For now, I am luxuriating on the bed, with a bowl of crumble and a dollop or organic Swedish yoghurt. This Cailín is no longer hungry...
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