Foraging Fun
I spent many happy hours out with my Dad foraging for food.
Poisons and blackberries
For a time foraging for blackberries etc at the roadside became risky because of the lead from petrol in vehicles driving by.
Now that we are using lead-free petrol it should be safe again to go foraging as much as you like.
Keep an eye open for signs saying things like "These blackberries have been sprayed with weed killer". Probably some of the plants would already be wilting if they had been sprayed with weed killer.
In some countries blackberries are considered to be noxious weeds, but the fruit is just as delicious.
Prickly Pear
When we were riding round the pampas of Paraguay we often got thirsty. Prickly pears were great for quenching our thirst.
You hold down the fruit on the ground with your shoe, slice off the ends, and slit up between the two cut ends. Pry the skin apart taking care not to touch the thorns on the skin, and eat the contents.
One young tourist had never seen prickly pears so she bought some. She was just about to pop one into her mouth when a man leaned towards her and said "No! No! Don't do that". She glared angrily at him and popped it into her mouth anyway, thorns and all.
Guavas
There were always some guava trees wherever we went. We learned to cut them open to see if they were infested with fruit fly.
Uvapunu
These can be called "tree grapes" though they aren't really grapes. Instead of growing at the end of twigs they grow all up the trunk and thick branches of the trees.
Mum was the member of the family who was always stuck with the job of working out what to do with the results of our foraging. She decided to make uvapunu cordial, but no matter how much she diluted the mixture it still set. So she used it to make jellies, and mixed it with other fruit to make jams that always set properly.
Dad took us to the woods at first to find the uvapunu trees, but later on we discovered that many people had them growing in their back yards as ornamental trees. Dad just asked them if we could pick the fruit and from then on we could pick as much as we were able to use.
Mulberries
These were growing as street trees. I must have spent tens of hours foraging mulberries from street trees. It didn't matter how many I ate as I was picking them, or how purple my face became, there were always more in my baskets for mum to cook up into jams and jellies and puddings.
Fish
Then there were the fish. Dad introduced us to a very unsporting way to catch fish.
We fastened the hooks to a few yards of thick cord, and wound thin wire up the cord for about a foot above the hook to prevent fish biting through the cord. Then we dipped stale bread in water and kneaded it to dough, which we used to bait the hook.
There was no skillful playing of the fish. We just pulled them up by brute force.
I only lost a fish once that way. I was fishing off the side of a ship and caught a fish. As I started to pull it up I saw a large shadow dart out from under the ship and my line went dead.
When I pulled it in I discovered that the wire had been sliced through cleanly by the jaws of the shadow, whatever it was. I don't think pirañas grow as big as that. The Indians use the jaws to cut their hair, but slicing through wire is a step above that.
Road kill
If you are in the country and see an animal being run down by a truck it is another chance for some free protein. Hedgehogs are tasty. Foxes may be rank tasting and tough, so you could pressure cook for an hour to tenderise and then make a curry to disguise the flavour.
I like witchetty grubs, but eat them raw without cooking.
Of course, it depends on which country you are in, but there is likely to be road kill of some sort, and it's just a case of getting there while it is still fresh.
Legal Aspects of Foraging
This varies from country to country, but in most countries anything that hangs over to the outside of the boundary fence can be collected by anyone passing by.
But why restrict yourself to the outside of the fence? If you see fruit rotting beneath a tree you may be able to make a new friend and get lots of free fruit.
Just tell the owner that you noticed his lovely tree and wondered if there is any chance of him letting you have some of the lovely fruit. If you emphasize how grateful you are you could have a friend for life.
The owner obviously doesn't want it, so why shouldn't she be glad that someone can make good use of it? It's all a matter of salesmanship.
Get a copy of "How to win friends and influence people" by Dale Carnegie from the lending library. His methods work just as well now as they ever did.