The Currabinny cooks: James Kavanagh and William Murray get creative with gooseberries
Growing up, we were lucky enough to have an old gnarled gooseberry bush. Somewhere in amongst the trees which formed the far border of the back garden, it sat squat and unassuming.
It had deadly sharp thorns and a thick dark trunk. In my memory, the trunk and twigs were covered in yellow lichen, the same as what covered the seawall in the front of the house.Â
