Your essay reminded me of my own childhood and those burns I used to get when running around in the grass (in Russia we had the same stingy nettle plants). I don’t miss the burns, but I share the nostalgia. Let’s celebrate our happy and sunny nettle memories ☺️
I’m grateful to have more advice about how to manage nettles. The last time I tried cooking them without this knowledge. I simply bunged a few leaves into some stock and called it soup. With the hairs still in tact it felt like swallowing a brush. Awful!!! Now I will know better.
Your essay reminded me of my own childhood and those burns I used to get when running around in the grass (in Russia we had the same stingy nettle plants). I don’t miss the burns, but I share the nostalgia. Let’s celebrate our happy and sunny nettle memories ☺️
I love that you have the same memories- and that small things like that connect us all with each other.
love - particularly the image of you trudging in Zoe's wellies . . . ❤️
Thank you H!! You can imagine, I’m sure…
I’m grateful to have more advice about how to manage nettles. The last time I tried cooking them without this knowledge. I simply bunged a few leaves into some stock and called it soup. With the hairs still in tact it felt like swallowing a brush. Awful!!! Now I will know better.