If you were, as I was, a country child in the 1970s who foraged for anything edible in the endless hours between dinner and teatime, you may remember pignuts. If not, you’re in for a new eating experience that’s British to the core – or in this case, the nut. The long, white, wiry stems can be traced down carefully with diligent scraping using an old knife, sometimes to a depth of over 30cm/1ft, to reveal a small, rounded, rough-skinned, brown lump, about the size of a hazelnut, creamy white within. Well-rubbed with the fingers to clean the mud off, (my adult self thinks they’re probably better washed) these are crisp, almost nut-sweet and delicious. The nearest comparison is a cross between a hazelnut and sweet chestnut.
A NATIVE PLANT…
