It has all been rather quiet on the cooking front as the cold weather seems to have brought all the winter viruses with it.  In need of some fresh air as we recovered at the end of October we decided to go for a walk to pick some vitamin-C rich rosehips to make rosehip syrup.  What with the clocks going back, and our lethargy, it was almost dark by the time we made it to the park.  There was just enough time to pick them and let the kids have a quick go on the swings before heading home for tea.  I made the syrup after the children had gone to bed.  The recipe was easy enough to follow but I think next time I might check the sweetness of the extract before adding the sugar as the end result was rather sweet.  It might also help to pick them a few weeks earlier, before the first frosts.

The syrup looks very pretty sitting in an old cider bottle and we’ve been diluting it with water to make drinks.  The best use by far so far, however, is as a mixer for champagne or prosecco.  The alcohol ofsets the sweetness perfectly giving a delicately flavoured and coloured aperitif.

The other news on the foraging front is that my medlars have begun to blet, in fact some of them are ready to eat.  With a little hesitation (they really do look brown and rotten) I tasted one of them a few days ago.  The texture was similar to chestnut puree and there was a faint whiff of rotting apple about it.  The flavour was similar.  A cross between chestnut puree and baked apple.  I can see why people rave about them as there is a delicateness and uniqueness about the flavour and texture that could be considered appealing, and I can imagine it could be delicious mixed with some cream (which seems to have been the most popular way of eating them in their uncooked state).  I can also see why people find them disgusting, there is no escaping the fact that the process of rotting and fermentation has set in.

As I only have a few I am still undecided about their fate but I know I must act fast as some of them will be genuinely rotten and inedible if I leave it too long.  I can imagine eating them in a medlar mont blanc.  I wonder what the boys will think of it!