Grasping The Nettle

I didn't make time to go to the shops this evening but caught the last of the murk instead. Inspired by the lengthening of the days I was happy to have the fields to myself. Just rabbits and fog. No greens at home, so I nipped off a bag of nettle tops again.

If there was a good takeaway nearby I might have been tempted to laze. 'Good' means a ten mile round trip. Instead I imbued some cupboard odds and ends with a bit of Nigel Slater-style love and affection to coax together a risotto. I tipped in last May's morels, sage, wine and peas from the freezer and the last of the cheese. Not bad, though it wouldn't have made great television. For that I'd have had to catch myself a rabbit maybe.