Mystery berries tracked down
I have tracked down the mysterious juniper berry. Delia Smith
mentions this delicacy in one of her books, but I have never before
seen such a thing with my own eyes. I confess, in my darkest hours, I wondered if they were
a myth. Then, last Friday, I happened to be buying venison from our local butcher.
Cook it with red wine and juniper berries, they advised. "Yes, I know
about juniper berries," I wailed. "But where can I find them?" It turns
out, as so often with these things, that the berries have been under my nose
all these years. A small local shop stores them, hidden at the back on a shelf in
a large jar, like one of those you used to find in old-fashioned
sweetie shops. No casual shopper would know the juniper berries were
there, unless they went in and asked.
Harry Potter moment?
It was a Harry
Potter moment when they brought that jar down, magic revealed in the everyday. Inside this jar were no
pear drops, sherbert pips or gobstoppers. Just thousands upon thousands
of tiny, purple berries gathered from juniper bushes on the Scottish
hills. Thirty years ago, I would have been disappointed by this, last week I was jubilant. We had a bad moment when the assistant keyed in £16 on the
till. "That's my budget gone," I worried. That was the price for a full kilogram. Even I didn't want that
many of them. A small pot set me back just 80 pence. The berries were everything I hoped for - and more. Even
after three hours in the oven, cooking with venison and red wine, each
one burst on my tongue. Like a taste of gin and tonic.
Posted
16 February 2010 14:12