Sunday, 5 August 2012

My Mulberry


A few weeks ago I had a revelation, there is a mulberry tree - da fuq, they're not just bags!? On further inspection I found that said tree is pretty bad-ass and laden with plenty of gorgeous, juicy fruit. To save all the birds, dogs etc. gorging themselves into oblivion, I decided to pick some of these delicious berries and make something to stuff silly all of the featherless, non-four legged people around.

Once I had collected as many berries as I could reach (which was limited by my height, even though I was being helped out by a handy step ladder) I had to decide what to do with them. I have never knowingly consumed mulberries, and after consulting a pile of my Mum's recipe books was slightly exasperated. There were no recipes for mulberries, even Delia - DELIA SMITH people - couldn't help. Naturally I then did what I should have done first, I turned to the ever illuminating internet. After being unimpressed by offerings of jam, mulberry fools, and a few cheeky tarts I stumbled across some recipes for...mulberry liqueur, what a no brainer!

The recipe I am using is an amalgamation from a few sources, namely The Telegraph, and roughly goes like this:

450g mulberries
710ml vodka (apparently gin works just as well)
150g caster sugar
All spice and some vanilla essence to add some extra flavour to the mix (another suggestion is to chuck in a handful of roasted almonds)

Basically I mixed all of the ingredients together in a measuring jug, stirred thoroughly until the caster sugar had dissolved, then transferred into an empty vodka bottle (most sources suggest putting the mix in a tightly sealed and sterilised jar, but I did not have a jar large enough). At the moment the bottle is resting in a dark cupboard and will be 'turned' every couple of days for the next 2-3 months. Yes, this seems like a long time to wait, but I'm sure it will be worth it. Anyway, surely it can't be worse than Bacardi Breezers right? 

P.S. Mulberries stain like hell, so if you are going to be handling them wear some gloves. I didn't.


Thursday, 2 August 2012

Thursday's Child

EXCITEMENT! I have just booked to go inter-railing at the end of this summer with the boyf. Well, I say booked, we have the global inter-rail pass for two, some of the necessary train tickets, mixed up with a whole load of awesome plans. At the moment we are going Barcelona, followed by a short stint in Northern Spain, Paris, Brussels, Amsterdam and Berlin, phew. It will be the perfect end to the summer holiday, and possibly presents a lastminute.com opportunity to grab some sunshine which has, much to my dissapointment, been generally missing from the English skies (exceptions being when I am locked inside working/studying, of course). Additionally, it will be great to get away with the boyf before we have to return to our respective corners of the country to start the final year of our chosen courses. And, as if I need more justification, I was born on a Thursday afternoon, and if you believe that short but sweet poem (which I suppose is not so sweet for all of the Wednesday children...) I have 'far to go', and to be honest, who doesnt love a good holiday? - Wednesday, I'm looking at you. . .