Wild Nettle Mojo & Pickled Wild Garlic Buds
At this time of year, the hedgerows feel generous again nettles pushing up through the damp earth, vivid and unapologetic, asking only for a careful hand in return. I find myself drawn outside more, basket in arm, gathering what feels alive.
Back in the kitchen at Shortcake Cottage, they soften in seconds, losing their sting and becoming something deeply green and nourishing. Blended with herbs, garlic, good olive oil and a sharp squeeze of lemon, this nettle mojo becomes a kind of bridge between wild and home bright, punchy, a little untamed.
It’s the sort of sauce that ends up on everything, eaten standing at the counter, with fingers, with bread, with whatever the day has offered.
Pickled Wild Garlic Buds add the perfect garlicky zing to any meal, add both of these to your spring repertoire
One spoon of this sauce and you will be addicted, zingy, fresh and verdant.
The awakening of spring brings a bounty of goodness to the land, make the most of it…
Pickling and preserves ensure you can enjoy the seasons all year round.
Summer BBQs just got better! Grilled meats and vegetables are screaming out for this mojo! And do not get me started on its pairing with fish….
The pickled wild garlic buds will sit happily on your fridge for a few months so gather what you can, just respect the land and leave enough to go to flower and seed….
Two simple recipes, a whole host of flavour…..

Wild Nettle Mojo Verde & Pickled Wild Garlic Buds
At this time of year, the hedgerows feel generous again nettles pushing up through the damp earth, vivid and unapologetic, asking only for a careful hand in return. I find myself drawn outside more, basket in arm, gathering what feels alive.
Back in the kitchen at Shortcake Cottage, they soften in seconds, losing their sting and becoming something deeply green and nourishing. Blended with herbs, garlic, good olive oil and a sharp squeeze of lemon, this nettle mojo becomes a kind of bridge between wild and home bright, punchy, a little untamed.
It’s the sort of sauce that ends up on everything, eaten standing at the counter, with fingers, with bread, with whatever the day has offered.

