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Niraj’s Kitchen Supper Club is an exclusive Indian inspired restaurant in Dudley, West Midlands, UK. This is the first Indian restaurant in Dudley West Midlands, where you will able to sample a variety of exciting Indian dishes not available in…Continue
At 3.15pm I phone Charlotta: 'I'm here'.
'We'll be there in five minutes, the others had problems catching the train.'Lotta Ranert is a tall carrot-haired woman who has created this trip 'Pure Food Camp'. She's with Mia Klitte, a small blonde who runs a supper club venture called 'A Slice of Swedish Hospitality'. We drive to Nyrups Naturhotell. At the entrance there is a dairy, Nyrups Osteria, run by Cecilia. She has laid out samples of her cheeses on a small cloth-covered table outside. As we walk through the forest to the camp, I slip. I'm wearing clogs. I'm told to change into my wellies.
'But for number 1s, we pee in the forest.'I like peeing outside. I don't poo the entire time I'm there.
'I'm scared.'She nods gratefully.
'Do you want me to go with you?' I offer.
'You must use your mouse eyes' whispers Pontus 'to see the small things'.We collect stinging nettles. After pinching off a few stalks, I have a tingly finger. We use the seeds and the leaves. We collect hazelnuts, acorns, Spanish chervil, plantain leaves, chickweed and wood sorrel for salad. We deposit our finds back at the camp and set off again immediately through the forest.
'Roll them out as thin as possible,' says Titti.
I walk away into the forest swearing, 'Fuck!' 'Oh my god!' and 'This is just wrong'.My brain is all messed up. We are supposed to eat this stuff in the flat bread. Fortunately there is some Kalix roe, one of Sweden's protected foods (DOP). I spoon this, with sour cream, red onion and lemony wood sorrel, into my flat bread. It's good. I don't mind eating babies.
'Wild food is not put there by man. Acorns mean no fields of wheat.'
'What is this whole thing about golf?' I ask.Ingrid laughs.
'I get the feeling that it's about nice walks and drinking.'She doesn't disagree. I go up the wooden stairs and see my beautiful room, with two boat-like beds. I have a hot shower. The first time I've washed since Saturday.
'He's very popular on hunts because he has a clever dog' says one of the hunters.He bustles around in the bushes and rustles up the ducks. He wears a bright jacket so that he doesn't get shot. But ducks have good colour vision, so the hunters try to blend in. We are told to keep quiet.
'I got my hunting license when my father died. Before I hunted on his license.' she says.The dogs are well trained, staying still during the shooting and running to collect the duck bodies in their mouths when directed. We remain silent, and every so often there is a call from the trees, some kind of human duck sound. The hunters tense, the ducks fly through the air and then shooting. At the end there are a dozen ducks laid on the grass, their peacock coloured necks stretched out. Those that aren't properly dead have their necks snapped.
'Pull'The weight, the length, the blast, the kickback. My whole body rings. It's shocking.
'Again?'I step up.
'Not far off' says a hunter, smiling encouragingly.I try a third shot.
'Skål'! Cheers.My chokeberry schnapps has turned dark purple. Our faces are bright and cheerful in the flickering candlelight.
'It's the best food trip I've ever been on' I say.
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