It doesn’t sound wildly tempting but if you are staying somewhere really rural with a glut of nettles, this is a fun thing to pick and make, it tastes good and, what’s more, you can almost feel it doing you good as you eat it. It’s also a lot better for me than my current French diet of cheese, bread and wine.
Rubber gloves are of course an extremely attractive pre-requisite (see my truly ridiculous getup below) as is a big shopping basket to collect the leaves. I lose serious points for wearing shorts but am at least sporting a pair of very sensible wellies. I thought I might have toughened up since childhood but, no. A nettle sting is still quite sore.
