Well, once I found out how well the fresh nettle blended and froze into cubes I knew I needed more. My friend and I headed up into the hills with our kids for a day of picking. Since the both of us have serious over-do-it tendencies we came home with A Lot Of Nettle. In fact at one point after my second day of blending and freezing (I'd long since given up on ice cube trays only and was freezing the mush in large shallow trays to be broken into chunks later) I may have had the thought "too much nettle" go through my brain...but it only lasted a moment. I googled nettle, came across this site (filled with nettle recipes) and was re-inspired by the thought of nettle ravioli (and me with my $2 garage sale pasta maker) and nettle gnocchi.
As soon as I had plenty of frozen raw nettle, frozen cooked nettle and a year's supply of dried nettle for my infusions I had time to make some soup. This is a simple potato broccoli soup that I added several stems of nettle to. I cook two potatoes in broth then add some broccoli and garlic to cook just until tender. Then I add the nettle to cook for a few minutes and then blend it all until smooth with an immersion blender. We like it with a little cheese (feta, gouda or cheddar).
Then it was time to move onto comfrey.
My son's friend was kind enough to bring me some comfrey so that I could make a quick batch of comfrey salve to take to my mom. This batch I made using the heat from a candle to infuse the oil.
I also filled a quart jar with comfrey and olive oil and will let it sit for a few weeks until I strain it and then use a fresh batch of comfrey to infuse it into a stronger oil following Susun Weed's method here and here. There is just something so simple and pleasing about gathering wild goods for making remedies and food. I love it.
And this is a picture I just couldn't resist sharing. Unfortunately my reflection in the window makes it a little hard to see what is outside. Just minutes before I took this photo E went to take the compost out (we were visiting at my parents' house) and when he came back in he said that he thought there must be a bear out there because the middle bin was knocked over...this didn't surprise me (bears are not unusual there) and my mind was moving onto the next thing when I hear him say...and I heard rustling. Well! That stopped me in my tracks. He didn't mean that the bears had been there last night he meant that they were there...now! I went to look out the bedroom window and sure enough.