Not only a weed killer, but Nettle is healthy & protects cows from parasites 🐮 500g per day keeps the vet away?
Another happy weed killer.
Having everything provided to us has made us greedy and weak. Self sustainability will allow us to live naturally and successfully.
Just imagine if we could even get 50% of people to do something like this. Get outside, plant something, reconnect to Earth. Plus you will feel the satisfaction of providing for yourself!
So inspiring! I hope to one day see so much nature in my home too.
I wonder if the wagon is diy?
Hen wagon by Maja Larsson
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It is not worth a “higher quality of living” and we do not deserve it.
Noam Chomsky & Robert Pollin | Climate Crisis and the Global Green New Deal
Cracked corn and watermelon buffet for my feathered family members 🌽 🍉 🐓 ♥️
Today, I’ll be taking a look at a staple of Irish medieval cuisine: the humble nettle soup. Late spring and early Summer is the ideal time to make this dish, as the nettle leaves used here won’t have matured fully, and retain a soft, lighter texture than older woodier leaves. Plus they won’t sting your hands as badly as mature nettles. Plenty of Irish families have their own takes on this recipe, and this is influenced by my family’s take on the tradition!
In any case, let’s now take a look at The World That Was! Follow along with my YouTube video, above!
Ingredients 2-3 cups nettle leaves 1 onion, minced 2-3 cloves garlic (or two bulbs of wild garlic, minced) chives (for decoration) butter ½ cup milk/double cream 500ml water or stock salt pepper
Method
1 - Chop and cook the Garlic and Onion
To begin with, we need to peel and chop a whole onion, before tossing this into a pot with some melted butter. You can of course use oil, but dairy products was (and still is) a major part of Irish culinary traditions - so try and use Irish butter here if you can.
In any case, let your onion sauté away for a couple of minutes until it turns translucent and fragrant. When it hits this point, toss in a couple of cloves of crushed garlic - or some wild garlic if you have any!
2 - Deal with the Nettles Next, ball up some nettles and chop it roughly with a knife. Be careful, as the leaves and stems of this plant has stinging fibres (which will get denatured and broken down when it’s cooking).
Nettles act like spinach when you’re cooking them, so have about 2-3 times more than what you think you’ll need on hand. Add your chopped nettles into the pot, and let them cook down before adding the rest!
3 - Cook Soup When all of your nettle leaves have cooked down, pour in 500ml of soup stock (or water) into the pot. Then, toss in about a half a cup of whole milk, or double cream if you have it. Mix this together gently, before putting this onto a high heat. Bring it to a rolling boil, before turning it down to low until it simmers. Let the whole thing simmer away for about an hour.
Serve up hot in a small bowl, garnish with some chives or seasonal herbs, and dig in!
The finished soup is very light and flavourful, but quite filling for what it is! It’s another variation on a medieval pottage, with ingredients that could have been easily foraged in the spring and summer. As it can be made with only a few ingredients, it could have formed the basis of more complex dishes - such as the addition of more vegetables, or meat products.
Given how little the dish has changed from antiquity to modernity, it’s likely that the basics of this soup go back to pre-historic Irish culinary traditions.
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I once held hands with the Moon. In the dark of the star riddled sky. His touch smooth and cooling, His skin pale as pearl.
I once held hand with the Moon. Resting upon His crescent, hovering above the sea. His eyes clear as the ocean and as beautiful as the brightest sapphire.
I once held hands with the Moon. Cradled in the softness of His glow. His light kinder than the Sun’s. He knows all my secrets and loves me still.
I once held hands with the Moon. I have fallen in love with Him. Each night His smile graces the skies. And my heart sings at His presence.
I once held hands with the Moon. His gentle caress lulls me to sleep. I mourn when His sister rises. As I miss my celestial prince.
I once held hands with the Moon. I have given my heart away to Him. And every night I await His return, To see my shining prince hanging in the sky once more.