by Jenise » Thu Apr 21, 2011 10:53 am
I had never seen a gooseberry until I moved to England, it's just not, either in sensibility or climate needs, the type of fruit you find in Southern California where I spent most of my life.
And I was not enamored of the fruit once introduced. A bush grew in the yard of the 1800's house we rented, so I got multiple retries, but I ended up leaving the little green orbs for the neighbors to pick. Fast forward two decades, and I'm living in the Pacific Northwest and see a beautiful gooseberry bush at the nursery that will give forth red, not green, fruit, and I buy. The huge courtyard on the north side of the house was being redone then, and since more than ever I'm enamored of edible landscaping, so on the fly it seemed like a good idea. But my landscaper planted it in the wrong place--in the middle of, rather than the edge of, my intended herb garden. Stupidly, I left it there, and with time it was in the way of more important growing things so I pulled the plant.
Well, yesterday I was grooming the herb bed and lo and behold, I found some non-herb little seedlings coming up. They're only an inch long at this point, but the fuzz of someday-thorns on their miniature stalks made it unmistakably clear who and what they are. And rather than toss them, I moved them to another pot to grow.
This morning, I'm asking myself why. Beyond any quasi-noble ideas about plant rescue and feeding the earth lies the obvious question: what in the world will I do with this fruit? In England, they were always cooked and then used in a cold creamy dessert of some kind--exactly the kind of food I detest. There is, basically, no need in my kitchen for any fruit that is unpleasant to eat raw or use in savory preps.
Any ideas?
My wine shopping and I have never had a problem. Just a perpetual race between the bankruptcy court and Hell.--Rogov