I am back in the garden, turning the soil, getting close to the silty, stony, heavy, wet scent of the water-logged soil after months of rain. And the sky clears and the warmth of the sun tries to ease my straining back as I try to turn ground which really would be better left alone.
I have been deprived of this elementally satisfying task for too long, an activity which soothes, distracts, unravels and calms my peripatetic mind. Like meeting the eyes of a loved one when in need, or being offered a drink when parched of thirst, my whole body and soul is hungry and thirsty to feel this good again. Feeling the best I can be, in my garden.
A rebel at heart and no lover of the long dark winter months or the traditional Christmas ‘Turkey and Tinsel’ festivities, I celebrated Christmas 2013 in Scandinavian style.
Breaking the mould with my home-cured gravadlax, meatballs and cloudberry dessert, close friends and I partied away with Abba and Aquavit as we slipped out of our everyday personas and into those of the glamorously gorgeous, Sven, Saga, Amund and Karen (ah….that’s my name) it was just one very short step before we were singing ‘Dancing Queen’. A joyous time, creating new customs and dishes, some of which I have since repeated again and again.
Gravadlax is the perfect way to showcase any sweetbabyveg or beetroot pickle and it’s a great lunch dish or starter. Fabulous with Aquavit, iced vodka or a glass of chilled Pouilly Fumé and so much nicer than the kind you buy.
Go on, “Take a chance on me”…………