16/03/2026
Dinner tonight began with a small declaration:
“Mama, I’m cooking.”
And then came the second line —
“Mulberries are going into the pasta.”
Now when your daughter says something like that, you do pause for a moment.
We’ve been getting bowls and bowls of mulberries from the terrace these days, and Kishi said she wanted to make something a little different for me.
The pan began simply — butter and olive oil, garlic, onions, and walnuts gently sautéing away. Then in went lots of sage leaves, along with tomatoes, carrots, and beans… all freshly picked from the terrace and so tender they barely needed cooking. Just a touch of salt, very little pepper, and a little lemon zest.
There were also Kalamata olive slices meant for the pasta… although I must confess that while standing there watching her cook, I kept nibbling on them. By the time they finally went into the pan, there were clearly fewer left — but somehow the amount that made it in turned out to be just right.
The pasta went in with a splash of pasta water, and right at the end she tossed in the mulberries. One quick toss, a little Parmesan on top… and dinner was ready.
And I must say — it worked.
Sweet, tart, savoury… all somehow perfectly balanced in one bowl.
What made my heart happiest, of course, was that so much of this dinner came straight from our little terrace garden.
A simple meal, a new idea, and such a lovely surprise from repertoire.
Now I’m curious —
would you ever try mulberries in pasta?
And if you do give this a try, save the idea and come back to tell us how it turned out. 🍃🍝