This is the first time in 21 years I haven’t had a plum tree to climb. I am missing my little orchard with its sweet-scented blossoms in spring and buckets of fruit in late summer.
While I had to say goodbye to my plums, apples, pear, nectarine, and kiwis, we did have a few berry bushes that the Mr transplanted for me. And this bit of sunshine.
When my sweet, handsome man goes shopping with Baby Girl, you never know what they’ll come home with. At its worst it could be a three-foot wide skeleton ghost; at its best a crabapple tree and a currant bush. We left the tree, but the bush is certainly thriving.
Unfortunately, I’m not the only one to notice. The birds had been feasting by the time I got around to picking these little ruby gems.
Now comes the question: what do you do with currants? They’re really tiny, full of seeds, and not that tasty.
But I grew these silly things, and so by golly we’re going to eat them. The way my broccoli and tomato plants were rolling around the deck last week in the wind, this could be the sum total of my harvest.
So I went to my favorite online recipe source Tastespotting.com. I love how you can type in some obscure ingredient like lemon balm or purple potatoes and it’ll come back with dozens of pictures of foods each with their own story. Pictures, food, stories, how could I go wrong?
While they had some lovely treats, I decided I’d also give Pinterest a try, and there I hit the jackpot. Now I do a mean job in the kitchen, but I can’t stretch one cup of currants into five, so I had to limit my choice of recipes.
I’ve made “healthy” Popsicles in the past that my kids have refused to eat–these in no way resembled them. And the chicken dinner was divine.
I’m still amazed at how I can swap recipes with people from around the world. Last year, I made beet pancakes from Russia ( much to my families chagrin) just because I really liked the crazy translation. The recipe says to serve these pancakes with lust (perhaps they meant passion?). With that recommendation, I had to try them.
Now that my cup of currants is gone, I can hope my blueberry crop survives the birds. Maybe some shiny streamers will scare them off.
Next month we will be enjoying mountains of wild blackberries. And I will dream of next year, and the little fruit trees we will plant.
What are you harvesting from you backyard these days? Have you ever eaten currants?