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Tuesday, 25 November 2008

Kale


For some time now I've been meaning to post about kale. It's the current (only) star of our plot. I am a great fan of kale. Husband and children less so. I'm inspired to write this post by the epic three-part ode to kale at A Corner Garden.

This year I've deviated from the traditional Scottish varieties such as Pentland Brig or Westland Winter and have gone European with Cavolo Nero. The photo above shows it looking less nero than it actually is, because of the combination of sunny day and a hurried point and shoot with earthy hands. I don't know whether it's the refined Italian nature of Cavolo Nero, or because I didn't warn the family of its presence, but I sneaked it into a stir fry at the weekend and none of the usual grumbles were raised.

Kale and I have a long history together. It's part of one of my earliest memories: holding my grandmother's hand while walking along the pavement - oh so far - to a neighbour's house to get some kale to put in the scotch broth. My maternal grandparents lived in the fisher town of a village on the Moray Firth coast. It's now a trendy conservation area, but then it was just where the trawler fishermen lived, in rows of houses gable end on to the sea to take the brunt of the winter storms. There was very little room for gardens, but my grandmother's friend Bessie had a small sheltered plot in which she grew kale. I think that was it - just kale.

The broth making was a long process. First the barley and dried peas were soaked overnight. In the morning the vegetables were diced small - carrots, leeks and onions only. They were put to steep in a bowl of water while the beef was brought to the boil and skimmed. I remember thinking that the bowl of cut-up vegetables looked like little jewels.

The beef used in broth was a particular horror of my childhood known as boiling beef. Properly known as 'rolled brisket', it provided the stock for the broth, and made it into a meal. I hated it. Fatty, grey, hideous. I think it was probably rather tasty, but I never got that far. Shudder.

Anyway, the barley etc was added to the pan with the beef, and a long boiling ensued. Towards the end, but much sooner than I would do it now, the vegetables were added. Last of all, shreds of the precious kale were put in. The broth was served as the first course, followed by the ghastly boiling beef, along with potatoes. The broth was made in such huge quantities that there was enough for several days. After the first couple of days the beef ran out, and at this point the potato was added to each soup plate at the point of serving. Then I was in veggie heaven. Broth does improve each day, and 'second day's broth' (but without the beef) is a true delight.

So when I make broth, in goes the kale. I also use that staple of the Scottish kitchen, broth mix. I don't know if this can be bought anywhere else in the UK - perhaps just over the border in the North of England, or in trendy food stores in London. Here's a very hurried photo I took today. In fact a dreadful photo, but on a hectic working day it's the best I could do.

5 comments:

Sue said...

Hi Linda! I was forgetting to check back to see if you posted this yet! I enjoyed reading your story of Scotch broth. That makes me want to see if I can find a mix like yours here in the U.S.

I love your pretty kale! I have some seeds with all these words on the package: Kale Itallian Lacnato (on the first line) Nero Toscana (on the second line) Brassica bleraceae (Acephala). It's supposed to be an heirloom variety. I hope to get them planted early spring.

Sue (Let me know if Linda is not your name.)

tina said...

I don't know if I should say yum or yikes on your description of the broth. I guess I'll say yum since it is cold here and the broth sounds warm. Your kale is quite beautiful-good day or not. Sue sent me over from her blog.

I wanted to comment on the daffodil post, this is an unusual thing and I've been seeing it on a bunch of blogs this fall. Funny, plants are growing early and staying longer in the garden this year. Strange indeed.

Linda said...

I loved seeing your photo of what we call soup mix. It is a staple here in Australia and you can find it in any little shop. My Mum buys it, I do too, though haven't used the last packet I bought.

I love corned beef, but yes it does look very white. I tend to boil silverside instead. I use the water for minestrone. I am not sure what meat my Mum put in her soup.

I suppose my minestrone is similar in that I use cabbage at the end.

Thanks for visiting my blog.

Tyra in Vaxholm said...

Broth mix, brilliant idea, we haven't got it here unfortunatly, look great/ Tyra

Babzy said...

a little hello from France !I tasted Scotch Broth in Scotland ,very good ,but i can't find it here ;)