Picking a bunch of flat-leafed kale from the garden and cooking and eating it the same day. I just don’t think I’ll ever get fed up of this seed to plate ritual.
Last Autumn I sowed the seed in shallow drills, watered, and here it is a few months later ripe for harvesting. I’m slowly learning this patience thing.
I know kale is super fashionable right now, with everyone in the cookery blog crowd making kale this and kale that, with a hundred varieties of kale chips in between. Still, I think it’s a band wagon worth jumping on. Kale has been in and out of favour throughout the centuries, maybe now it’s here to stay.
I was reading Lindylit’s blog post yesterday, and she reviews the book Mariana by Monica Dickens written in 1940. There is a lovely quote in the introduction:
“Mary realises she could never consider living in France. England, ‘looked so right and so comfortably unexotic, like a cabbage.'”
It is one of those perfectly English things to say, I think. And very true… though I would include the rest of the British Isles too.
Here are a couple of my favourite useful Kale-ish web pages:
Or throw it into a goat’s cheese frittata, blend with lemon juice, garlic and cream cheese for a kale dip, or use in just about any recipe that calls for cabbage.
The day I picked the kale I simply sautéed it in butter and garlic. Delicious. A little slice of England on my plate. 🙂