The gluts have left the building (shed)

This is where I used to write about the gluts I get from my veg patch and the ensuing gluttony in the kitchen.

Now I write a weekly mostly-veggie recipe over on Substack, plus share tales from the veg patch and exclusive videos. You can subscribe for free by clicking on the link below and every recipe will be sent straight to your inbox. If you’d like more content (such as those videos I mentioned, interviews and printer-friendly PDFs of every recipe to collect) do consider becoming a paid subscriber. More on that here.

In the meantime, here’s an archive of my old Gluts and Gluttony blog:

Spiced Pear & Toffee Jam
Breakfast, Winter Kathy Slack Breakfast, Winter Kathy Slack

Spiced Pear & Toffee Jam

There’s nothing like giving someone a jar of homemade jam at Christmas to make you come over all Barbara Good. You feel like you just stepped out of a Country Living feature and the recipient can only enjoy it, can’t they? Well, only if it’s decent jam…

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Raspberry Overnight Oats
Summer, Breakfast Kathy Slack Summer, Breakfast Kathy Slack

Raspberry Overnight Oats

The advantage of a raspberry harvest is that, unless they have crampons and head for heights, the mice cannot get them. This is the state I have found myself in: measuring the worth of our summer fruits almost entirely by their ability to withstand nightly raids from mice. Because the mice are legion this year. And now they are strawberry connoisseurs too, more’s the pity. Still, they haven’t sussed the summer fruiting raspberries…

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Rhubarb, Saffron & Honey Granola Pots
Breakfast, Sweet things, Winter Kathy Slack Breakfast, Sweet things, Winter Kathy Slack

Rhubarb, Saffron & Honey Granola Pots

The drizzle has set in. The mud is endless. When it isn’t raining the mire freezes rock hard so it’s treacherous underfoot either way. A chill wind whips around your jacket collar and down your back. Scarf tales, helpless, just get blown about your face. Even the dog shivers. We are in the depths of the Hungry Gap: the long, cold, soggy stretch of the year when the winter crops are virtually spent and spring seemingly a lifetime away. But not in Yorkshire.

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