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WILD FOR WILD GARLIC
April 16, 2012
Wed met Stephen Powell, one of the forces behind the Community Forest Farm at Llwyn Ffranc, several weeks before at his stall in the Abergavenny Farmers Market. Knowing he was the wild garlic man, and expecting to see baskets of white and pink bulbs, we were surprised when Stephen pointed to a pile of rich green leaves spread out on the table. Wild Garlic. Lovely to meet you. Now what do I do with you?Stephen explained that, like many herbs, wild garlic is perfect in stews, sauces and especially mashed potatoes. Paul grinned immediately, licked his lips, and before you could say Llwyn Ffranc, a white paper bag containing the shining leaves was in our hand.
Yes, laced with the chopped wild garlic, the potatoes were delicious. But we knew there was something more exciting ahead as Stephen had invited us to go foraging during the Wild Garlic Celebration.
Hence, the drive north of Abergavenny, to the base of the Skirrid Mountain. There, we parked the car in a field and headed to the stone house to await our guide who would take us into the woods! An assorted group gathered, all properly prepared to hike into the hills, and all carrying bags to fill with their harvest. For a city girl like me, THIS WAS EXCITING!
I must mention, Paul and I have tried many times to plant and harvest our own vegetables. My tomato plants came with large green worms attached. Pauls potatoes got rot. Our mint, known to take over a garden if you let it, shriveled up and died. We love the thought of planting and harvesting, but actually being successful at it is beyond our talents. So, foraging someone elses field is a perfect pastime for us.
Up the hill we marched, keeping to the tail end of the group as Pauls gout and other maladies afflicting the elderly (!) were acting up. Slopping through mud, inching up the inclines as if we had skis on our feet, and totally messing up my new wellies and their leopard-trimmed inserts, we finally made it to the wild garlic fields.
The green carpet of leaves was so lush I wanted to lie down and roll in it, but that would have been frowned upon Im sure. So I contented myself by squatting and picking the leaves, placing them gently in my bag, and moving over and across the ravines weaving in and out of the hillside.Soon the group was ready to climb back down the mountain, but this time, we led the brigade and slid our way down, stopping now and again to admire the bluebells and buttercups, the baby lambs and to listen to the silence. A forest is a wondrous place.
A warm cup of tea was waiting for us as we approached the farmhouse, followed by a cauldron of nettle and wild garlic soup, wild garlic pesto, squirrel pate (yes, I DID try it!), and apple and sloe jam. These were new experiences for this Yank, and as the sun slowly slid behind the Skirrid, I know Id had an afternoon to treasure.A footnote to our day: we couldnt get out of the field when we tried to leave. The mud had gotten soggier and our tires dug deeply into the muck. It took a team of fellow foragers to push our little car out, but not before soaking us, and them, in the rich, brown soggy earth that provides the nutrients for the wild garlic. We hit the car wash, wallowed in a bubble bath when we got home, and made mashed potatoes and wild garlic to go with our dinner! That, and a glass of wine, rounded out our experience of foraging on a mountainside. What a heavenly day!
Anyone interested in cooking with it might like to look at www.bbc.co.uk/food/wild_garlic . There are recipes to try. Incidentally, Mat Follas, who won the BBC Masterchef title a few years ago has a restaurant called Wild Garlic.
Duly noted...although that could be handy for clearing your way to the bar in a crowded pub...not that I drink anymore what with the running and all
Wild garlic is subtly pungent. The fragrance permeates everything in and around it. Don't breathe on anyone after ingesting a leaf!!!!
Isn't wild garlic supposed to be more subtle than the bulbs? Love the stuff - I've got a fad for "mini" Boursin cheeses at the moment (not going to win me any more friends!).
I have often wondered if wild garlic is as strong as the cultivated variety? I swear by garlic both as a remedy for colds and sore throats and as an ideal accompaniment for almost any recipe ........ except bananas and custard
I agree with Swansea Jack, and it sounds wonderful. Two of my favourite things, mashed potato and garlic.
Thanks for taking the time to comment, Jack.