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Fruit Leather

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FRUIT LEATHER | 27 OCTOBER 2014 

Children do strange things.  I am not talking about the things they do when they are little and it’s out of their control, I am talking about the weird things they choose to do.  I am also not talking about my child but myself and (and I am sorry to bring her down with me) my sister.  Our preferred media was not worms or dirt but food.  We ate packets of Swiss Miss Hot Chocolate dry with a spoon being careful not to inhale at the same time and cause a coughing fit.  Similarly, we demanded pots of Kool-Aid mix in our care packages at camp so we could not make Kool-Aid but instead dip our fingers in and lick it off until our index fingers were indelibly stained with the sugary mixture.   Like most kids ( I assume), we made concoctions out of the condiments in the fridge from chocolate syrup to BBQ sauce, our earliest attempts at cooking you might say, which always, no matter the ingredients, smelled distinctly of vomit.  And then we made each other try it.  The worst offence, however, involved the fruit roll-up. 

We would peel the sugary goodness from the cellophane and wrap it around our, yet again, index fingers.  We would then suck it like a lolly pop until all that remained was a food colouring stained sticky finger.  That is, unless we fell asleep first or something equally gross.  I distinctly remember sitting in the bath with my pointer finger resolutely in the air, so as not to “mess up” my fruit roll-up.  At one point, they introduced cut-outs which made the process a little trickier but we remained undeterred. 

Fruit roll-ups are therefore both gross and packed with sugar but homemade fruit leather?  A different story all together.  The product of yet another attempt to preserve my seemingly unending glut of apples: apple and blackberry fruit leather.  Very easy to make, just takes a little time and patience, most of which can happen while you are asleep (maybe not if you are freaky about the oven being on).

Wild Garlic Pesto

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WILD GARLIC PESTO | 9 APRIL 2014

A little while back, I attended my first proper Swiss wedding.  They tend to be intimate but lively affairs.  This one was mostly family and some friends, a grand total of perhaps 30 people and only one American, me.  I pride myself on my intuition regarding languages.  I can sit at a table listening to a conversation in a say Swiss-German and just tie together the couple of words I know to get the gist.  Needless to say, this takes a lot of concentration. 

My skills also tend to degenerate after a glass of wine and then miraculously improve after a couple.  It turns out that the main course that night hit me squarely in the middle.  As the gentleman to my left began to tell me all about the bärlauch risotto, I must have stopped paying attention for long enough to lose the plot entirely or perhaps my perceived talent as a universal linguist is vastly over blown.  Either way, I stared at him blankly and replied “How delicious!”  I learned later that he had been telling me about how one had to be careful in harvesting the wild garlic or ramps, as the foxes like to use them to clean their nether regions.  Thankfully his English was just about as good as my Swiss.