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A year of eating British, the spring report

Clare Hargreaves has pledged to eat only food from these shores in 2021. Four months in, she faces her hardest challenge yet

- Follow Clare’s journey on Instagram @larderlout­UK

April is the cruellest month, said TS Eliot, and as a food lover following the seasons I reckon he’s spot on. The handsome veined plumes of cavolo nero are losing their verve as their plants begin to flower; spuds, carrots and onions stored over winter are starting to sprout; leeks are on their last legs. The keen wait for spring’s first crops, from asparagus to radishes and new potatoes, begins. Welcome to the Hungry Gap.

The hungry what? As most of us now shop in supermarke­ts where seasons scarcely exist, the comings and goings of individual vegetables isn’t something that troubles most Brits today. When I mentioned the Hungry Gap on Instagram, many were mystified. In earlier centuries if you got your husbandry wrong, or the weather was unkind, the Hungry Gap could mean starvation. It’s no coincidenc­e it overlapped with Lenten abstinence.

So why am I subjecting myself to the ravenous rigours of the Hungry Gap? I’ve set myself the challenge of eating only British food for 2021. When it comes to veg, that mainly means embracing the seasons. There’ll be no cheery peppers or tomatoes to brighten my plate; if I want those this year, I’ll have to wait until high summer.

I’ve written here before about the reasons for my experiment. It’s spurred not by a dislike of foreign foods. I adore cinnamon and currants, as Easter’s tantalisin­g wafts of hot cross buns reminded me; we’ve imported spices and dried fruits for over 500 years, after all. No, it’s more because the first lockdown introduced me to local food producers, and as I got to know them, I relished the connection­s and knowing where my food came from. I also wondered if sourcing directly from regenerati­ve British farms I knew, rather than buying anonymous produce from anywhere, could be better for climate change and biodiversi­ty. Maybe for flavour and nutrition, too.

It’s been an interestin­g journey so far. When I announced it, the reaction was a mix of enthusiasm, bemusement and pity. How would I survive without coffee, tea and avocados, people asked? A friend offered to grow me ginger, while a Cotswold farmer posted me barleycup, made from his home-grown barley, as a substitute for coffee.

Have there been foods I’ve missed? Hell, yes. Chocolate cake as a pick-meup, morning cuppas, breakfast toast slathered with thick-cut marmalade, to mention just three. When it comes to veg, it’s aubergines, meltingly soft in a comforting moussaka.

The trick, I soon learned, was to focus on the foods I had, rather than those I didn’t. Yes, I’ve had to devote time to planning my meals, shopping and cooking – but I’ve had plenty of that in lockdown. Eating just from Britain’s larder has forced me to seek and celebrate some great home-grown produce.

I eat very little meat, mainly as a treat, so British vegetables have been the backbone of my meals. But almost right from the start, I discovered that sourcing these from supermarke­ts or corner shops was going to be tricky. Even though some veg was home-grown much came from Spain or Netherland­s – if its origin was declared at all.

My findings were perhaps not surprising when you look at the stats: we grow only around half of our vegetables. According to Defra, just 118,000 hectares (out of a total 17.3million hectares of croppable land) were used to grow vegetables in 2020. It’s a minuscule area compared to those devoted to grains (many for animal feed), sugar beet and oil seeds, whose production – unlike horticultu­re – gets substantia­l government support. During a pandemic, when the nation’s dietary health has never been so vital, this makes uncomforta­ble reading.

There are other arguments for growing more veg, too. Being so heavily dependent on imports makes us susceptibl­e to disruption­s of our fragile supply systems. When it comes to fruit and veg, the countries we import our more “exotic” produce from tend to be the most vulnerable to climate change and to water scarcity.

Food policy experts such as Professor

How would I survive without coffee, tea and avocados, people have asked me?

Erik Millstone believe this demands urgent government interventi­on.

“The Government boasts ‘public money for public goods’ in its Agricultur­al Bill, but extraordin­arily, this is interprete­d so narrowly it fails to include ensuring a safe, healthy and affordable food supply,” he says. “We need to invest in horticultu­ral training so that growing vegetables can be a secure job with decent career prospects, rather than something that’s left to casual, largely imported, labour.”

I realised I’d have to look hard if I wanted interestin­g, sustainabl­y-grown British veg. Alongside my food writing I’m currently studying horticultu­re part-time, so I’ve had fun seeking vegetables and varieties you rarely find in the shops. A favourite has been Radicchio ‘Variegata di Castelfran­co’ – an Italian cross between a lettuce and a chicory, with purple-splodged leaves.

I signed up to a weekly organic veg box with Riverford. Once you might

have expected to receive just what the farm produces that week, and many Community Supported Agricultur­e schemes do just that – so boxes are sparser, or even non-existent, in the Hungry Gap. But as Riverford grew, it found some customers tired of eating just roots and brassicas in the hungry months so it supplement­ed its boxes with a few imported vegetables. Happily, though, Riverford still provides a UK-only box for diehards like me.

During the first lockdown I also discovered Natoora, an online greengroce­rs which started supplying domestic customers after its normal clientele, chefs, were forced to close their restaurant­s. You just order the veg you want via Natoora’s app. An exciting developmen­t has been the launch last year of Natoora’s first regenerati­ve farm in partnershi­p with chef-grower Dan Cox, who used to work at Simon Rogan’s L’Enclume in Cumbria. The company hopes the 120-acre Cornish farm, called Melilot after a soil-nourishing sweet clover, will be the first of many.

Getting a weekly veg delivery has forced me to be inventive. I now cook around what’s in my box rather than to recipes, which has been liberating. Pocket-friendly too – I’d say most meals have cost no more than two or three quid. So I’ve made everything from beetroot and walnut hummus, to frittatas, and stews of vegetables. Potato mountain? Time for a creamy gratin, topped with crispy breadcrumb­s, lemon thyme, and Cornish gouda.

For puddings, forced Yorkshire rhubarb has been a godsend, providing vital colour and citrusy bite to crumbles, cakes and tarts. If I can’t find it locally, I order it direct from growers in Yorkshire’s Rhubarb Triangle including Oldroyd’s, who still harvest the traditiona­l way, by candleligh­t. Apparently we’re seeing a rhubarb renaissanc­e: Janet Oldroyd says forced rhubarb sales have quadrupled this year. “People have needed treats during lockdown,” she tells me. Now the Hungry Gap looms, though, I wonder if this will be crunch time, the point at which my Eating British diet becomes unviable. So far I’m still enjoying a decent range of veg, although Riverford’s developmen­t chef Bob Andrew admits “it definitely helps

if you love brassicas”. If I find leeks, I combine them with herbs like lovage or tarragon, already blooming in the greenhouse, to make fritters or a tasty topping for toast. But my Hungry Gap hero has to be Natoora’s purple- and white-sprouting broccoli, which I serve (a tip from Dan Cox) with wild-garlic butter and Colston Bassett Stilton.

Outside in the woods, there’s already a veritable glut of wild foods there for the picking. I never tire of wild garlic pesto made with Somerset-grown walnuts from Sharpham Park and Devonprodu­ced

Venus hempseed oil, drizzled over Sharpham’s spelt pasta or a jacket potato. I’m also watching for the first shoots of sweet woodruff, a brilliant substitute for vanilla. For my companion, I take Forage, a guide by Liz Knight.

Personally, I enjoy anticipati­ng crops; somehow, waiting makes them more special when they finally arrive. Traditiona­lly the British asparagus season kicks off on St George’s day (April 23), but this year the race between supermarke­ts to be first saw spears going on sale in Waitrose as early as Feb 24. Hot

on asparagus’ heels will be Jersey Royals, and radishes with playful names like French Breakfast and Ping Pong.

Then I can look forward to the summer gluts, which this year I’ll be sensible enough to preserve for next winter.

As I salivate over thoughts of what’s to come, I thank my lucky stars (and Britain’s veg growers) that this year’s Hungry Gap is not as hungry as I’d feared. At least not yet.

 ??  ?? i Clare harvests broccoli from the greenhouse as part of her experiment to eat only British food this year
i Clare harvests broccoli from the greenhouse as part of her experiment to eat only British food this year
 ??  ?? i Foraging for plants like wild garlic has helped Clare supplement her British-only diet
i Foraging for plants like wild garlic has helped Clare supplement her British-only diet

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