Showing posts with label Beatrix Potter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Beatrix Potter. Show all posts

Wednesday, 3 July 2024

A plethora of lettuce

 

A plethora of lettuce

                                            Romaine lettuce

Image courtesy Wikimedia Commons

Somehow the stock-taking went awry and we found ourselves with a plethora of lettuce. As the buyer-in, I was somewhat on the defensive and said that we actually eat rather a lot of lettuce most of the time, and proceeded to tear off leaves and eat them.

I really like lettuce – ‘very soporific’ said Beatrix Potter in ‘The Tale of the Flopsy Bunnies – and we were soon both chomping lettuce as though having grown enormous incisors and long furry ears and cute little scuts. 


    Image from The Tale of the Flopsy Bunnies by Beatrix Potter

Image courtesy Wikimedia Commons

Lettuce – well, the Romaine or Cos lettuce or possibly wild lettuce, depending on which source you care to rely on - was believed by the Ancient Egyptians to be an aphrodisiac and the fertility god Min was thought to gain his sexual energy through its consumption.

On the other hand, the Ancient Greeks served it at the end of banquets as an aid to digestion, to calm the diners and help them to sleep. Different applications for different appetites!

Image from The Tale of the Flopsy Bunnies by Beatrix Potter

Image courtesy Wikimedia Commons

Nonetheless, we still had a surfeit of the crisp green leaves, so I suggested lettuce soup. I’ve never made or eaten such a soup, but it sounded a reasonable proposition, so Barry set to and made a large pot of leek and lettuce soup, which was pronounced delicious and definitely a recipe to be repeated.

In the process, we discovered an excess of leeks, so the next day we enjoyed leek, potato and celery soup. We would not normally be eating soup in late June, but it was most enjoyable, especially as the weather was unseasonably chilly. It was so nice to have potatoes again, as we haven't eaten them for a long time.

                                    Fully sated Flopsy Bunnies

Image from The Tale of the Flopsy Bunnies by Beatrix Potter

Image courtesy Wikimedia Commons

Sunday, 19 May 2024

Breakfast

 

Breakfast

Breakfast is a moveable feast in our house. It is rarely eaten before nine and often it is early afternoon before we have it.

Looking at my breakfast the other morning, I was struck by the appearance of the strawberries. They reminded me of Fly agaric (Amanita muscaria). It is the toadstool of fairy stories and children’s books. In Alice in Wonderland, Alice is given Fly agaric to eat, which may explain her strange experiences in growing and shrinking. It is hallucinogenic and was used in religious ceremonies in Asia for more than 4,000 years.

Fly agaric (Amanita muscaria) can be seen in woodland and heathland in light soil under beech, pine or spruce from August to November.

Fly agaric is poisonous if eaten, but not usually fatal, unless ingested in great quantities. (It’s suggested that something like 10 mushrooms would have to be eaten to kill . . . ) Historically, it has been used as a basic insecticide; pieces of the red cap were broken off and added to milk, its smell attracting flies, intoxicating and killing them.

Fly agaric has an association with Christmas, from a hangover or crossover from earlier pagan associations. It is believed that Father Christmas’ jolly red and white robes were inspired by the colouring of the mushroom. Fly agaric often features on Christmas cards.

This beautiful illustration is from one of my favourite books, 'Wayside and Woodland Fungi' by W.P.K. Findlay. The illustrations are by Beatrix Potter. 

 Why do reindeer fly? Maybe they ate Fly agaric – in Siberia, reindeer have been observed becoming intoxicated by them, though I’m not sure if they have ever eaten them. Some records suggest that the Siberian herders fed the mushrooms to the reindeer and then drank their urine to experience the hallucinogenic effects. The only other mammals that eat them occasionally are red squirrels. Otherwise, they are consumed by slugs and fungus gnats (sciarid flies)

My breakfast was not toxic, but very filling – porridge, strawberries, dates, grapes, pumpkin seeds and yoghourt.

Saturday, 22 April 2023

A to Z challenge 2023 – S is for . . .

 



A to Z challenge 2023 – S is for . . .

My theme for this challenge is Nature in all much of her wonderful diversity. My posts will reflect the fact that I am resident in the south of England.

All photographs in this post are the property of the writer.

Squirrels (Sciurus carolinensis)


Grey squirrels were introduced from North America to the British Isles by the Victorians in the 19th century. They were first reported as escaping and setting up a wild population in 1876. Since then they have expanded exponentially across the British Isles, driving our native red squirrels (Sciurus vulgaris) out into wilder, remoter areas.

Red squirrels have lived in Great Britain for more than 10,000 years and conservation projects have been active for decades to protect them from the advance of grey squirrels.

Demonised by many as tree rats and vermin, grey squirrels continue to enchant the less pragmatic among us, as they chase each other up and down tree trunks or sit on branches high above and scold us.

The Irish poet, W.B.Yeats, wrote ‘To a Squirrel at Kyle–Na-No’ in 1917.

Come play with me;

Why should you run

Through the shaking tree

As though I’d a gun

To strike you dead?

When all I would do

Is to scratch your head

And let you go.

Squirrels have double-jointed ankles which allow them to change the angle of their sharp-clawed feet, an important asset for moving quickly up and down trees. Their broad tails, almost as long as the body of the animal, are an important aid to balance as they leap from tree to tree, although squirrels who have lost part or even the entirety of their tails do not seem to be adversely affected.

The major part of a squirrel’s diet consists of nuts and seeds, though they will supplement those with flowers, pine cones, buds and sometimes nestlings and eggs. They are intelligent animals, attracted to gardens whose owners take pleasure in feeding birds and are expert at finding ways of appropriating food not intended for them. They defy human efforts to deny them access to feeders, defeating even the most elaborate protective devices.

Autumn preparations for winter involve them collecting and caching acorns and nuts underground to be unearthed when food becomes scarce. They have been observed pretending to bury food in an effort to deceive squirrels that may be watching, so that their actual supply remains safe.


Squirrels are not aggressively territorial and can live together quite peaceably in an area, though this may change in the breeding season. Usually, there are two litters of three or four kits in February and March, and again in June and July. The kits are born in the drey (nest) and are blind, deaf and naked and completely helpless at birth. At four weeks of age their eyes are open and at six weeks they start to explore beyond the drey. By the time they are eight weeks old, they look more like their parents, and begin foraging. They become independent at around twelve weeks.

Contrary to popular belief, squirrels do not hibernate. If the weather is exceptionally cold they may sleep longer in their nests, with their tails wrapped around themselves for extra warmth, before venturing out to dig up their food larders.  

Perhaps one of the most famous squirrels in literature is Beatrix Potter’s Nutkin, in The Tale of Squirrel Nutkin, (1903) a naughty, aggravating little squirrel who refuses to help, and loses his tail to Old Brown, the owl.

Tufty Fluffytail is RoSPA’s (Royal Society for the Prevention of Accidents) red squirrel character who entertained and educated millions of children about road safety from the 1950s to the 1990s.

The Tufty Club, formed in 1961, also gave invaluable advice about child safety in the home and around water. A plethora of merchandise helped to keep Tufty in the public eye.


Tufty is still working, still trying to keep young children safe, with updated advice, including giving warnings about the potential distraction of mobile devices.

Squirrels, both red and grey, have contributed much to life in the UK.

 


Friday, 22 October 2010

More books!

I love books of all sorts. I like the smell and the texture, the look of the print on the page, the quirky chapter headings or numbers in some of them. I like the footnotes, the references, the suggestions for further reading. Some authors have web pages and they are always interesting to visit. 


I enjoy buying books, particularly those intended for my grandchildren. I like reading children's books, too, and one of the things I most enjoyed about teaching was reading aloud stories to my class. I can't say whether they appreciated it - I think some did and I hope it may have encouraged them to lose themselves in books as I have always done.  I can't resist 'special offers' on novels so my pile of books to be read is ever-growing. This may be halted, temporarily at least, because Barry recently bought me a Kindle. 
It sits on one of our book shelves, resplendent in its bright pink 'Built' case, full of free downloads and one book about Dewey, the library cat, that I bought and have yet to read. At present I'm reading Rudyard Kipling's 'Puck of Pook's Hill.'


However splendid a Kindle may be - and it has a lot to recommend it - the technology is not yet advanced enough to render colour, or maybe it is but is not commercially viable at present. Thus, reference books are still a requisite. I look up lots of things on a daily basis. The internet is invaluable but nothing quite measures up to the pleasure of leafing through a book, cross-referencing and discovering fascinating information about this endlessly absorbing planet and its inhabitants. 


We have many reference books on a wide range of subjects and some of them are forty years old. Books inherited from my parents are often older, approaching one hundred years. Books become like old friends to be cherished and treasured but, just like older people, occasionally the information is a little outdated. Gardeners will recognise this fact as names are changed to reflect new discoveries. Historians, too, sometimes find that the 'facts' have been adjusted when new information has come to light. There is no area of life in which things remain immutable. 


This has been demonstrated to me recently when I have been trying to identify wild mushrooms. Some of the names have changed, perhaps more than once or twice, in the forty-three years since one of my favourite books was published.
This book has glorious illustrations by Beatrix Potter.
This is the Frontispiece, showing Amanita muscaria, Fly Agaric.
Seeking in vain to identify a fungus we saw on Sunday and drawing a blank everywhere I yesterday ordered from Amazon a comprehensive guide. It arrived today.
'Mushrooms' by Roger Phillips has over 1,250 colour photographs, showing fungi from every conceivable angle and I was quickly able to find what I was looking for.
This is The Miller (Clitopilus prunulus)
It is common, good to eat and found from summer to late autumn in grass in open woodland.The gills start white and turn pink. It has a strong mealy taste.
Although I have had this book only a matter of hours, it is already one that I know I will return to again and again. The illustrations are superb and the information first-class.

I bought another reference book, too, but have barely looked at it other than to ascertain that it too will surely become another well-used tome. More of that later!