One of many things I love about Italy is the way they use what they find in nature in their cooking. With this in mind I was pretty excited this morning.......a blogging friend and I had decided to hike out in the forest near her farm, in search of ramsløk or wild garlic.
Our treasure hunt started in Synøves kitchen, where the smell og fresh baking filled the house. No hike without a basket with food. The small breads were filled with butter and ham......and would later get leaves of ramsløk in between.
Last week I had never heard of ramsløk. Then a friend came on a short visit, and while we sat down drinking coffee, she told me she had been out picking ramsløk with her daughter in law. The next day when I opened Synøves blog I was surprised to see it was about.....well, ramsløk of course.
Curiosity got me.....again......and as I knew we were going to spend this weekend at the cabin, and Synnøve lives not far away, we soon made plans for a hike, a ramsløk hike.
Now a fantastic smell is all around me. From my fingers, from my mouth and from the hundreds of leaves which are standing in water in the cabin kitchen. Some will be used on the meat on tonight´s bbq, but most of the leaves will be brought back to Trondheim and I will make wild garlic pesto.
Thank you Synøve for leading me into your secret ramsløk forest.
By the way, in an old botanical book of Synøve, I read that during WWII ramsløk was sometimes the only vegetable sold in some vegetable stores.