Nigel Slater's cook's guide to fruit

摘要

And then there was fruit. I always knew that if ever I found a space to grow a few knobbly vegetables, some of it would be set aside for fruit: fraises de bois with flowers like tiny, brilliant stars; amber and bronze apples with russet skins; dusky blueberries in old terracotta pots; maybe a blackcurrant bush or two for jam. What I had not expected was to find myself with a virtually blank canvas, an opportunity to plant not only fruit bushes but some trees too, a row of raspberry canes, even a vine. Ten years on, my garden creaks under the weight of over-enthusiastic planting. There is barely an inch of ground to spare. From whitecurrants and golden raspberries to purple figs and red gooseberries, my pocket-handkerchief of urban space is burstingat the seams.