My son started foraging at around 17 months old. Does that make me the best Mum on the planet? Yes. Does it more than make up for that time I found him with a tube of open super glue in his mouth? Why yes, yes it does. Smug.
At that age and over the coming months he could identify and heartily ate wild raspberries, blackberries, pineapple weed, elderberry and sea buckthorn berries. He helped me pick wild garlic leaves, cleavers and reedmace with whatever his little hands could muster (bless his little garlicky socks). Continue reading