As a young child, I was sometimes woken up when it was barely light, to go off with my mother mushrooming on the decommissioned RAF airfield near our house. Blackberrying was for late summer, always, and rosehips for autumn, when the entire village school would spend afternoons gathering rosehips for Delrosa to turn into rosehip syrup (‘Whaddya mean, slave labour? The best pickers got a tin badge to keep!’). Later, in France, we added wild asparagus, wild cherries, mushrooms, walnuts, chestnuts and sloes to our Free Food bonanza. It’s made me a seasonal eater. I love it when the seasons announce that we have a different food to add to our diet, for a few weeks only. Fresh peas straight from the pod! The newest and smallest potatoes! Discovery apples in August! And in winter, these same foods, bottled and preserved give us a different pleasure – a memory of summer, but presented in a comforting, warming way: plum jam to spread on toast after a brisk winter walk; walnuts stirred into the soon-to-be steamed Christmas pudding; a nip of sloe gin on the coldest of days.
Nature’s had a habit of giving us the right foods for the right season. It’s a modern idea to expect strawberries in November. asparagus in September. All that anticipation, all that enjoyment of a food made special, distinctive by its very limited season has gone. If we listen, we can hear Nature telling us to get back in touch with the way things always used to be. Then we can get rid of all those unnecessary Air Miles too.






This week’s Tanka Tuesday asks us to write on the theme of Lessons from Nature. I’ve chosen the Shadorma form to illustrate what I’ve just been talking about. Mirabelles by the way are rarely seen in the shops. They’re small plums, yellow or rosy pink.
So …


And Nature said …




I’m all for seasonal food, and largely do eat it, I mean strawberries, cherries 🍒 out of season?? Asparagus in the wrong months…argh Well done with the Shadorma
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Thanks Sue. Just a few weeks of things at their best are so much better than year-round imitations, aren’t they?
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One hundred percent
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Well said, I totally agree with you. That jam will be wonderful in November!
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Sneaking the odd mouthful now, too.
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But of course. For quality control purposes 😉
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😉
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I must agree Margaret. We send foodstuffs to other countries and they send exactly the same food of theirs to here. Madness!!!
Fresh peas in the pod….used to come home from school and help Mum in the kitchen. More peas for me than went into the saucepan for the family meal I reckon 😂
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This made me smile BB. When I was a child I was in charge of pea and bean podding for Sunday lunch. My mother used to buy twice as many as required because I’d eat half of them fresh from the pod!
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Didn’t we all? Raw peas and beans – love ’em. Great pictures in my head of you, me and Brian sitting round a table together, scoffing.
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I actually preferred raw peas and broad beans and was partial to a bit of raw potato too! With the three of us there would have been nothing left to cook!
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You can have my raw spud though. I had a school friend who used to bring raw potato in for a snack, when the rest of us were eating apples.
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I often heard stop eating the peas even though Mum had her back to me 😂
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😂
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Everyone knows mums have eyes at the back of their head. Just like teachers.
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A lost treat, apparently …
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Couldn’t agree more! Asparagus, soft fruit and all those lovely goodies remain treats if eaten in season plus they taste so much better.
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Good sound sense and another style of poetry I’ve never heard of 🤗💗 I have to say you’re much more industrious than me. I’m more of a pick and eat. Never make the jam jar stage 🤣💟
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You’re so right that seasonal food fits its time much better than when we eat things out of season. Even those of us who get all our food in shops can get excited when the Brussels sprouts appear, likewise strawberries, cherries etc.
We noticed on our walks in Yorkshire and Derbyshire last weekend that there were a lot of ripe blackberries on the bushes (and yes, we helped ourselves to some!) Years ago the bushes would be stripped as soon as the fruit was ready. Do people not go blackberrying any more?
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I know! We often go blackberrying, and it’s rare now that someone’s beaten us to it. Used to happen all the time.
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Too true. If only we could go back to those days. Less airmiles and less food waste too. We don’t need all these choices, just fresh seasonal produce will do. Great poetry too – I haven’t heard of most of these forms you keep coming up with.
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We all sing from the same hymn-sheet round here! And I’m just learning a lot about poetic form at the moment.
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What a lovely post. It brought back so many memories of tastes and the people and places that went with them. All except sloe. For some reason I have no memory of that.
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Ah! It’s so sour, it needs to be mellowed by sugar, and sometimes alcohol. But it’s a lovely addition to the autumn table.
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Looks divine!
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Never mind the looks, what about the taste? Pretty good, actually.
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Margaret! This is a wonderful reflection – one that resonates with me. When I lived in Northern Manitoba where we had about 2 months of summer. (We had snow in June and snow in September) My father would take the family out, in the summer months, to the bush that had been burned by fire. There we would pick blueberries, strawberries and pin cherries. One year we had so many blueberries that Mom made 200 blueberry pies to freeze for the winter. Whenever we had company, which was often (my dad was the Minister) we would have blueberry pie. Thank you for reminding me of this precious memory.
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Nothing like food you’ve grown – or found – for yourselves. Yes, those moments stay in the mind.
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They do indeed!!!
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Mouth watering pictures, I agree with you entirely regarding seasonal food.
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And this is Peak Seasonal Food just now, isn’t it?
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I used to make jam with my kids, years ago. We lived in the high desert and had to buy the strawberries, but we had so much fun. I grew tomatoes, and different varieties of peppers. Salsa became our canning speciality. Those were good memories. Bravo on your shadorma. They’re perfect. BTW, I had to sign back into WP when I got to your blog so I could comment. I’ve not had that with anyone else… so there is something strange with WP, still! 💜
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Do you have mirabelles nearby? You are lucky! Now I have to dig out the recipe for sloe gin. It will be your fault if I’m drunk over Christmas!
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This year in my raised garden I grew on cucumber plant. I got just enough to share one or two and add to salad. I enjoy the ‘seconds’ table at a local farmers market – today I added some Patty Pan squash to my pasta sauce 🙂
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Excellent. Those moments of growing your own meal, or making a special find are just that – special
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I’ve been trying to grow some herbs on a windowsil… only some success though.
I’ve also cut the tops and or bottoms off of veg just to see how they grow… like the celery and cabbage or brussel sprout that are still growing in my raised garden. Not sure if I’ll get much edible out of them maybe just the leaves to add to soup.
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Ah, but hours of innocent enjoyment: sounds good to me!
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Supermarkets have ruined the supply chain. Strawberries are for June not all year round.
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Exactly.
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Oh, I am so jealous of you, Margaret!
❤
David
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If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em!
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Oh I heartily agree.
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Oh good! I can tell that you and your friends enjoy supporting local growers, makers and traders.
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😉
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This a good post and an excellent reminder to shop locally and if possible grow your own. Farmers’ markets are places to support and homemade jams or chutneys are so delicious.
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Indeed! And these markets are good occasions in their own right, and places to meet interesting people.
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A mouth watering selection of seaosonal treats.
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Definitely. Especially those mirabelles.
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Brilliant post. We are indeed having a very sweet seasonal fruit season this year, aren’t we? When and where do you pick sloes? I remember my mother trying the sloe gin thing, but not a success.
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Sloes? You just have to look out for them down country lanes. They’re said to improve in flavour after frosts, but you can cheat the system by freezing them. I wonder if your mother tried to be healthy and cut down on sugar? Can’t be done, I’m afraid!
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Thanks for the info. There was no way on this planet my mother would ever cut down on sugar. She had a devilish sweet tooth.
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Well said, Margaret! I really ejoy your photos. They reminds me the sweet taste of these fruits. 🙂
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Such bounty – and a good lesson to remind us of the pleasures and benefits of seasonal foods whether foraged or got elsewhere.
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Exactly!
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