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Nettle soup
pp. 241-243
Abstract
In the spring, Naomi heads into the field next to our house in Yorkshire to cut off the tender heads of stinging nettles (Urtica doica). She makes a great nettle soup. There is just a hint of their painful sting: an added warmth, the memory of the sting, the recoil, the itch and rash. She wears gloves of course when gathering the nettles. My part in this is to grow the onions and the potatoes (wash and peel them) and to resist the temptation to chop down or even spray the invasive nettles (which ironically do best on sites where humans have dumped their detritus, especially fertilizing phosphates).
Publication details
Published in:
Cummings Scott T., Stevens Abbitt Erica (2013) The theatre of Naomi Wallace: embodied dialogues. Basingstoke, Palgrave Macmillan.
Pages: 241-243
Full citation:
McLeod Bruce (2013) „Nettle soup“, In: S. T. Cummings & E. Stevens Abbitt (eds.), The theatre of Naomi Wallace, Basingstoke, Palgrave Macmillan, 241–243.