Well, I had my doubts this morning upon looking into the pan. The nettles had turned into a horribly dark green wodge floating in a greasy pool. I put it in the fridge and went out. At supper time I reheated it and beezed it up. It started to look a bit better, frothing up a lurid green. I took it off the heat, took out a hot cupful, added a spoonful of creme fraiche to the cup, stirred it around and poured this back into the soup. This is to stop the cream from curdling. I got a bit tired of this method, as you do, and just shoved in a spoonful of cream. Oh, shizzle on my dizzle, as Alfie would say, it curdled. Never mind. Ladled some into a bowl for Alfie. This is Alfie having his soup.
Don’t ask why he has the banana. We don’t know.
Then Tabby came down for her soup. This is Tabby having her soup.
Again we tried to make Tabby have some soup.
We told Alfie and Tabby that nettle soup is very very good for one. It didn’t seem to help.
Bashi wisely refused to have any soup. Following in the footsteps of Augustus Was A Chubby Lad, she cried ‘Take the nasty soup away, I won’t have nasty soup today!’
The only person who liked the soup was Fred. Here is Fred having his soup.
I hated the soup. Made me gag. Alfie accurately used two words to describe it. Disgusting was one of them. The other was a very rude qualifier.
Still, at least we tried. I wish my readers better success with their foraging.