Just recently my parents holidayed in Kent, not with us, for which I don’t blame them one teeny bit, but on the other side of Kent, near Faversham, a good hour or so’s drive from us. Naturally we still went over for a visit. It turns out they were staying in a converted worker’s cottage set in an old orchard. Surrounded by beautiful fruit trees all dripping with ripening fruit after the amazingly warm and dry spring we enjoyed this year.It was a day for going for country walks, climbing trees,
and wondering just how old this ancient Elm might be.*
Also a day for picking this huge pot of dark and sweet cherries from the orchard, the best I’ve ever tasted.
Then admiring the plums and apples and even a fruit I’ve never seen in real life before; medlars. Like quince this is the kind of fruit I usually think of as being a really Victorian ingredient. They are, to put it mildly, well ‘ard. The key time to eat them is when they’re practically falling in on themselves, this can take a very long time. But I’d love to have a go at cooking with them, I’ve got a great looking medlar jelly recipe I’d love to try.
So far all attempts to persuade my parents to rent the cottage again in ooh, mid-September have fallen on deaf ears. I’ll keep plugging away at them!Thanks for reading,
Helenx *the ancient elm turned out to be up to be possibly up to 1,000 years old according to this website, the kind of geeky history site I love!