Foraging for Jam
On Monday, largely because the weather did not appear to be getting any better, we decided to make the most of grey skies over Leamington and go foraging. Within the foraging community there is an unwritten code of secrecy regarding foraging spots; what with the web being a rather chatty place a foraging spot can quickly become bare, trampled undergrowth if the internet crowd get hold of it. Honestly, the internet should be ashamed of itself. With this in mind I can now safely tell you that we DID NOT aim for local foraging horn of plenty, the golf course, to harvest the jam that grows plentifully on trees and at this time of year and is ripening up very nicely right now. The weather, as mentioned before, was trying to make July seem like a waste of effort, but...
Chicken Something or Other
We have been missing a key ingredient in the Jabberwocky project thus far. I have been keeping you informed on the life and times of the Beast and the many guises in which van-based love can be expressed, but despite all my culinary rambling there has been precious little on the subject of actual food. This oversight was kindly pointed out on twitter last week, and led to much discussion at Jabberwocky HQ as we tried to find a solution. I appreciate that much as you might indulge me as your Jabberwocky historian, it’s Barny’s food we are all here to see, so we cruised to Asda and he set about making history. As we were paying I casually asked our chef what he had planned, and was told it wasn’t Caesar salad. Initially I thought this was a shame,...
Dear Prospective Host
In this world there is much to be enjoyed, and savoured, and shared with loved ones. The smell of the air after a thunderstorm, the feeling of coming home after a long absence and the taste of a food that delights the soul. A simple joy of life is all we can hope to take from this world, and surely the greatest joy is achieved by giving happiness to others. The Jabberwocky is the start of something bigger. In the grand scheme of things, where the exchange of goods is paramount for the survival of the species, it represents a new flavour. In a world where it is easy to become accustomed to the cycle of acquisition, use and disposal it is a growling fiend in the monotonous chain of non-cuisine. It is wrenching free of the trend and striking out towards a bold new...
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