I have been weeding the leeks, cutting back and dead heading in the Pergola. We have both been picking fruit and vegetables in the Walled Garden. We have such beautiful produce, the colours are amazing. The flavours are fantastic.
BD decided that we’d eat some of last year’s game we still have in the freezer before the next shooting season starts. Therefore we’re having roast Partridge with heritage carrots, new potatoes and runner beans tonight. I, on the other hand, am making Hugh Fernley-Whittingstall’s Fumble of – wait for it, it’s quite advanced – mulberries, strawberries, blackberries and fraise de bois. I’ve made the custard and baked a little crumble mix ready to put on top. Should look good! The flavour should be so good you can hear a choir of angels as you eat……..
If you look at the photo above, I’m holding a blackberry, not a wild one but a thornless variety and by it I’ve placed a mulberry (it is on the left) next to it. I wrote earlier this year about the mulberries on my trees, they are now beginning to ripen. I’ve placed a clean sheet underneath the tree to catch any that are ready as they are supposed to be allowed to fall off. Picking the berry bruises it. The really ripe ones have the most wonderful flavour. Quite hard to describe a flavour, but the mulberry is not as sweet as a raspberry, nor as bitter as a wild blackberry. It’s nothing like a tayberry, in my opinion, they have a tartness, but they are not bitter. The mulberry has a hard stalk inside the centre which, as you bite into the berry you think should have been pulled out, in the way you hull a strawberry. It disappears really quickly, and it doesn’t absorb any of the flavour. The ripe ones seem richer than blackberries which can be a little disappointing, I like the flavour of mulberries even if I can’t put it into words. I’m hoping to be able to produce masses next year so I don’t have to fiddle about with a few berries wondering how to describe the flavour. Gorging yourself is good if you really want to know a flavour. There are quite a lot left still on the trees, so you never know, I might get enough to gorge on.