Some of you eagle-eyes knew right away that yesterday's wordless Wednesday post were stinging nettles, didn't you? I'm considering myself an eagle eye for having found them in the first place. After 5 years of living here without ever finding a patch, I had resigned myself to the fact that I would have to venture off my land to find some. But lo and behold, there they were.
They had snuck a ride in with a load of fill dirt we had delivered last fall. I'm so happy to have them that I'm going to try transplanting them to another area of the yard, away from the house.
There are a ton of ways to prepare stinging nettles, and they are quite common in many societies, but this was my first time sampling them. I decided to go with a nettle pesto and it was absolutely delicious. But then, what isn't when mashed with garlic, cheese, and pine nuts?
For those of you that aren't familiar, stinging nettles are aptly named. They have tiny hairs on them that inject histamine and other chemicals when touched. And it hurts. My arms and calves can still conjure up the feeling of stinging welts on them from my childhood. The chemicals are neutralized when you briefly cook them. The sting is gone and the tasty begins.
I'm thinking nettle gnocchi next...
(oh, and Annie... you're right there are some in the dye pot too)
Happy Thursday, all.