Tales of a Kitchen Herbwife

Winter stores are hard to quantify. I know in my head what lies on each larder shelf. There are two for oils, one for infused honeys, four f...

“What can I forage now?” someone asked recently. My response was all about roots. This time of year, dandelions tubers swell from seasonal...

  My favourite place to forage in autumn is amongst the hedgerows. Whilst horse chestnuts and some of the elders are already losing leaves, ...

The south facing branch of the sycamore tree across the road from my suburban home has turned from green to yellow, showing autumn is finall...

Anyone would think from the paucity of posts on this blog in the past couple of years that I have given up on herbs. Nothing could be furthe...

January is a time of reflection, as signified in this month’s header picture. Sunlight is low and when seen casts a golden glow across the l...

 In an uncertain world, I am holding on to a spark of light, the publication of my first novel.  As you can imagine, there are herbs and hol...