They're collected in Central Europe and used as you would use spinach.

#29 - had nettle soup once or twice all right, but it was definitely unusual. I never heard of nettle tea.
A whole lamb heart has a lot going for it. 90% of it is very fine grained unfatted muscle, the rest tubes & fat. The fat is gathered around the open end where the tubes are. When cooked perfectly the outer skin is caramelised, the meat reddish & succulent & the fat membrane browned & bubbly.
I jam as much stuffing into the heart as possible so as it cooks & expands it exudes into the bottom of the pan & roasts. Add some flour after removing the hearts to make a roux gravy.
I don't trim the fat or the tubes since the fat is delicious & there's just a small lump of tubes left after dining.
Lambs heart..sounds nice, gunna try it..
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Nettles.. happy some others have tried them and i was not alone, nettle tea, nettle soup, same diff..
just nettles boiled in water and put in a bowl in front of oneself, was actually quite tasty too IMHO...
apparently the roots go quite deep so they have a lot of good minerals & nutrients in them, that is hearsay though
was thirty years ago we had em on a regular basis when i was living with relos and i'd never heard of it since

Actually, I've remembered now why we stopped eating hearts. It wasn't that my da was against the preparation, it was because after he had a bypass operation he found it a bit too close to home.

Pig's head is still sold as head cheeses in practically all European countries.
I've never had any trouble finding it in the Eastern US. South of the Mason-Dixon line it will usually be called souse and will be spiced with lots of red pepper bits. Here in the scrapple-grits overlap zone, a good deli will have both headcheese and souse.
Actually, I've remembered now why we stopped eating hearts. It wasn't that my da was against the preparation, it was because after he had a bypass operation he found it a bit too close to home.
Slightly OT. My father had been hospitalized for a while and my family celebrated my birthday in his hospital room. One gift (that I really needed) was bed sheets. "You'll forgive me," said Dad, "if I can't get very excited about bedsheets."