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weekend in pictures

I've been having a play with my new camera lens - this one - which is a huge a proper photographers one, and the photos are amazing.  Here's our weekend in pictures, the first ones using my new lens. 




 



1. My favourite old shed, built right on the water.  I would love to live here.  It's like a giant houseboat.

2. Messy spring garden with lots of flowers, and a naughty chook that escaped from the pen.

3.  It's finally warm enough to cook outside and we gave the campfire a good work out. Here are Elsa's vegetarian "sausages" also known as grilled asparagus.  Sadly the other snags at the back cooked a bit too quickly. 

4.  I can't take enough photos of the lovely sage flowers growing by the back door, but this time I managed to capture a bee in flight! 

5. A new mobile phone for the children, they made it themselves and to be honest the coverage is pretty good for around here. 

6. Happy campers huddled around the barbie at Sunday's River's Table Event - the second in the series that was a bit of a wet and wild day but delicious nonetheless.  More photos here 

I hope your weekend was filled with good things too.  

A perfect sunny Sunday










Today was the most perfect day.  Warm and sunny and not at all windy.  Thank heavens because the recent weeks of constant wind was starting to drive us all bonkers.   

We had friends for lunch and feasted on mussels and crusty bread made by a local baker. Then the afternoon was spent in the garden, that has been rather neglected of late, but so many flowers managed to survive the gusty weather relatively unscathed.  

I think the warm weather is here to stay and I can almost plant my tomatoes. And today we were given some magic pumpkin seeds. I can't wait to plant them.  I will need to be a bit witchy to make them grow I think, but they really are magic.  Wait and see.

Hope you had a lovely weekend too xx

What we're eating right now :: caramelised garlic tart

It's easy to grow good garlic in Tasmania.  The winter provides plenty of chilly nights resulting in those prized fat purple heads.   Yesterday I sowed next year's garlic crop.  About sixty cloves that should, by Christmas all going well, turn into sixty fat heads of purple garlic.  



 
Although we're not self sufficient in much food wise, roosters and garlic we never have to buy.  We always manage to grow enough to eat for most of the year, along with saving enough cloves to sow for the following season.

It's about this time of year however, when the stored garlic starts to sprout.  The cloves go soft and start to dry out and they don't make very good eating.   I have to regularly pick through the basket and cook up, or sow any with green shoots emerging.  The stores are still on track though to have enough to last until spring, then we can start picking the green flower stalks or scapes that will have grown from the cloves sown this week.
This tart is based on the recipe from Yotam Ottelnghi's book Plenty. I've edited it slightly in the spirit of thriftiness, and using three whole heads of garlic, it's a delicious way to use up those sprouting cloves.


Caramelised Garlic Tart

1 sheet of puff pastry - although I made my own rough puff based on this recipe

3 whole heads of garlic, cloves separated and peeled

2 tablespoons olive oil

2 tablespoons balsamic

1 teaspoon brown sugar

1/2 cup of water

100g goats cheese

2 eggs

1/2 cup creme fraiche

1/2 cup of pure cream

A few sprigs of thyme

Line a 20cm loose bottom tart tin with puff pastry and blind bake in a moderate oven for 10-15 minutes or until pastry is golden.  Remove from oven and set aside, but leave the oven on.

Meanwhile, put the cloves in a small saucepan and cover with plenty of water.  Bring to a boil and blanch the garlic cloves for about 3 minutes, then drain and dry off cloves. Dry the saucepan and pop the cloves back in with the olive oil and heat over medium heat for a few minutes until garlic starts to colour.

Add balsamic and water, increase heat to high then once boiling, reduce to a simmer.  Cook at a gentle simmer for around 10 - 15 minutes, then add thyme, sugar and a pinch of salt and continue to simmer until most of the liquid has evaporated and the cloves are coated in a thick syrup.  Remove from heat and allow to cool a little.

To assemble the tart, crumble goats cheese evenly over the base of the tart shell. Then spoon cloves and syrup over the cheese.

Make a custard by beating the eggs, creme fraiche and cream together adding a little salt and pepper in a small jug and pour over tart filling, making sure the custard fills in any gaps.  You still want to see garlic and cheese poking up through the custard.

Bake tart in the oven for about 35 - 40 minutes or until top is golden and custard is firm.

Allow to cool a little, and serve warm.

The autumn break







My poor garden is looking very confused at the moment.  You could be forgiven for thinking it's autumn, as a lot of the leaves are brown and some fruit trees have lost all their leaves.

Part of me wishes it was the end of summer, because it would bring the drenching rains known as the autumn break.  Goodness knows we need it.

The truth is, a lot of the trees were scorched in the recent heatwave that bought high temperatures and fierce winds. The leaves have blown off the plum trees, dried clusters of fruit hang off the currant bushes and some apple trees have turned up their toes, perhaps they've even carked it, but hopefully they've opted for an early hibernation.   They've all been given lots of long soaks to revive their parched roots, but we'll have to see if they bounce back next spring.

It's not all doom and gloom of course.  There are some tomatoes in their way, sunny sunflowers, lots of beans that I'm hoping to dry and use over winter, and a delicious crop of crunchy cos lettuce to eat now.

We've one more precious week of the school holidays, and once school goes back  I plan to devote some much needed time and energy to the garden.  Hopefully I'll be able to whip it back into some sort of respectable shape with more mulch, liquid feeds and a bloody good weeding (which are still thriving in this hot dry summer!)

In the meantime, the peeps and I are heading off on a mini camping trip.  I can't wait to get away and spend some down time with them.   Too early for the autumn break, but nonetheless a break of the midsummer kind.

Backyard bliss



On Sunday, with the boys at home feeling poorly, Elsa and I hit the road to visit friends.  Afternoon tea was served on the verandah, but I couldn't help but wander through the amazing garden, a working garden, an inspiring garden and take a hundreds of snaps.

Motivated by clever border plantings, espailered fruit trees and rows of flowers for cutting, I spent the evening dreaming and planning on how I could achieve a garden as beautiful as this one.

Sometimes I get frustrated that I don't get things done fast enough in the garden.  For every one job that is crossed off the top of the to-do list, another three appear at the bottom.  I take great comfort visiting gardens like this, a work in project of some forty odd years, encouraged by the fact that I'm still on track time wise...

A fine tilth and the second crop



I'd spent the last two days working the bbq.  Saturday was a doddle, but Sunday was crazy.  Six hot hours of nonstop cooking pulled pork and turning sausages.  As much as I really enjoyed working with these guys at this event, come Sunday afternoon I stank of bbq and was tired, hot and bothered, but my day was not done.

A friend and I were meeting for a seed sowing workshop with the remarkable Kate.  I needed help with my sowing endeavours. I had sowed seventy pots with tomato seeds in early October, but only three of them germinated.  Three.  It was looking like my dreams of a home grown passata party this summer were dashed again.   I was keen to find some answers to where I might of gone wrong.

Despite smelling of pork fat, I dashed straight to Cygnet to make the 5pm class.   The setting was perfect.  After only a moment standing in Kate's beautiful productive garden, filled with vegetables and flowers, with the afternoon sun casting its golden glow, my weary bones felt instantly restored and the smell of grease suddenly (I hope) went unnoticed. I was all ears, ready to listen to some garden wisdom.

Kate belongs to the seed savers network, and is on a mission to show as many people as possible how easy it is to sow, save and share seeds. It's important work.

What did I learn?

To let your vegetable plants grow tall and spindly and go to seed.
Indeed, to think of the seeds as a second crop.
Collect those seeds, save some, plant some and share some.
Let the plants self seed to create new plants in your garden. Move them if they're in the wrong spot, these seedlings will be more robust and healthier than any store bought seedling. And free.
Mixing flowers and plants together means that each little piece of garden you work in will not only look beautiful but create more biodiversity. Which means healthier plants.

I also leant:

A fine tilth not only sounds lovely, but it's important for the seeds that you sow, so they get an easy start.
That a decent sized stick makes a fine rake handle.
That a vintage compost sifter is a must to make your own potting mix (okay, it doesn't have to be vintage, that's just me).
There is such a thing as a ladies spade and that I really need one.  
And a fine misting nozzle is essential to keep the seeds moist and not to wash them away with a heavy downpour from a crappy watering can.

Today, I walk around my garden and look at in a different light.   It's not messy, it's alive.  It needs more flowers mixed in with the veggie patch. And those tall spindly plants that look like they should pulled out and thrown to chooks?  The swiss chard, parsnip, parsley and kale? They are the most important plants in garden right now, my second crop, they are next year's seeds, next year's food.

Since the weekend, I'm not sure if it's the very warm days, the eclipse, or the fact I have a little more understanding of seeds and their needs, but those seventy pots of potting mix sitting in the greenhouse have burst into life with a good dozen tomato seedlings popping up since Monday.  Too late in the season? Perhaps.  But with a good long summer, a fine misting nozzle and a (ahem) ladies spade, we may just get a first, and second crop after all.

In which the bees swarmed


Even the messiest of garden's look charming in this spring weather.  The soft golden light washes over the new green growth and looks so beautiful, that any unmown grass, unpulled weeds and untrimmed edges go unnoticed in the wake of pretty spring blossoms.

Lucky for me.  Because there is so much exciting stuff going on this month that those lawns and weeds and edges need to go unnoticed for quite some time more.

Already this month I've styled a photo shoot for Feast Magazine - look out for the January issue  (although you can check out this month's crumpet recipe to see my granny's crockery).

I've worked with my friends at picnic event on their farm.  I wish I wasn't so busy so I could take some photos, the weather was gorgeous, the setting idyllic and the food delicious.

Then there's a school fair to work on, a school camp to cook for, a market to get cracking on, a website to write for and a summer preserving party to start growing for.

In all this busyness, the bee population quietly grew so much that half the hive buzzed off searching for bigger digs.  They swarmed.  Over the house and off to nether.  Half the workforce gone and half the honey harvest taken as rations.  Sigh.  After wishing them well on their journey, I looked up swarms and came to the conclusion that I am an inattentive beekeeper.

Inattentive beekeeper with unmown grass, unpulled weeds and untrimmed edges.  That's me.  And doesn't it look charming in this glorious spring weather?

Eating like kings


They say that necessity is the mother of invention, but in our house, it could be that mother has the necessity of invention, or something like that.  

These past few months as I haven’t had a regular income, I’ve had to be really inventive to make those proverbial ends meet.  We’ve had to be more resourceful about how we shop and what we eat. 

Funny enough, despite a restricted food budget, we’ve never eaten better.  I've really enjoyed the challenge of trying to come up with meals using what’s on hand, what’s in the garden and if we don't have an ingredient, substituting or simply doing without. 

Last night we made pizza for dinner but we had none of the traditional toppings in the pantry.  No mozzarella, no tomato, no mushroom or ham.  Normally I would make a dash to the shops to buy the missing ingredients but instead, I used what we had on hand.  Plenty of milk, ingredients for dough and a garden full of herbs and garlic.   

First I made cheese with the milk.   A soft farm house cheese like a bit like this.  We made the pizza bases and topped them with garlic, olive oil, herbs, smeared some with nettle pesto, dolloped the fresh cheese and finished them all with a generous grating of parmesean.  The children loved them. Best ever pizza they said.  Win. 

Today I stirred finely chopped chives, thyme and parsley through the rest of the cheese and served it with a loaf of Irish soda bread - baked using the whey leftover from making the cheese.   Add radishes and lettuce from the garden, some pickled olives from a friend's tree and lunch was complete.

So simple and so delicious.  Peasant food it may be, but I couldn’t help but think that we eat like kings.  

In which five roosters had a bad day









It was a lucky escape for the three roosters who chose to sleep high in the wattle tree.  For the other five, asleep on the roost, it was not so lucky.

It was a job we were dreading, but eight roosters in the coop is just too many. Just ask the hens.  Or ask me for that matter, that pre-dawn chorus was getting too much. It was time for them to go.  So once the boys were asleep on Saturday night, we caught five of them and gently put them in a small pen 'til morning.

Early Sunday morning the preparations began.  We made a little camp fire and set a large pot of water to boil, grabbed a trestle table and sharpened some knives.  Then I made a batch of brownies.  Because I think it is necessary to have something sweet to counter the unpleasant task of the day.

Good friends arrived with more experience in these matters, to lend a hand and share their knowledge. And the job of the day got underway. Chopping, dunking, plucking and cleaning.

Once all five roosters were dispatched, cleaned and dressed, it was time for lunch.  We took the hearts, marinated them for a while in olive oil and garlic before cooking them over the last of the fire's coals.   They made such tasty morsels.  The livers were pan fried to make something like this pasta recipe, washed down with a very fine riesling from France. It made a fitting accompaniment to those five young roosters.

Did you know that supermarket chickens are around six to nine weeks old when they're killed?  Our roosters had a much happier and longer life of five months filled with sunshine, pasture and plenty of worms.   And one bad day.

Today is a good day.   We have a freezer full of meat that we reared and processed ourselves.  The hens look happier and can rest easy without being hassled by too many roosters.

What's left of the soft rooster feathers flutter around the garden in the gentle spring winds.  They collect in the corners of the porch, where they're promptly collected by small birds who take them away to build their nests.

My famous artichoke...








On the weekend I was so happy to get my hands on an early copy of this new book :: Hurrah!  It's always so exciting to see the end result of a project you've played a (small) part in.

This is the new Gourmet Farmer  Deli Book co written by Matthew, Ross and Nick and it is gorgeous!  Divided into chapters of dairy, meat, fish and vegetables, this book is not only a manual on how to cure, pickle, smoke and ferment, there are also the delicious recipes using these ingredients. Clotted cream, paneer, ham, smoked trout, pastrami, olives, pickled cucumbers or mustard, this book shows you how to make all your deli favourites then turn them into something extra tasty.




Of course, the best part of the book is this here artichoke.  Perfect isn't it?  And it's the one element that I am personally so very proud. Because I grew it. Yes. I. did. In my garden.  My artichoke is a centrefold. Well, featured in a chapter opening double page spread anyway.

Back in the old days, when I worked in an office in the big smoke, whenever the pressure got too much, my colleagues and I would often wish we could pack it all in, move to the county and sell artichokes by the side of the road.  Now whilst I'm yet to build a stand with an honesty box next to the driveway, you can see why my artichoke being in print is just as rewarding.

I know, I know, you'd like to run out and buy this book for its stunning artichokes alone, but there is also the beautiful photography by the very clever Alan, the lovely tactile rustic linen cover and most of all, the amazing depth of knowledge so generously shared within by three very talented chaps.


Queens birthday weekending








A long weekend spent at one's castle.
:: Still picking tomatoes from our garden, very strange winter.
:: Saw a beautiful rare grey goshawk, after it killed one of our Good Friday chicks. Poor little thing.
:: Lots of tidying in the winter garden.
:: Bloomin' salvias and potato vines keeping the bees fed and happy.
:: Mama counted her cumquats.
:: Peeps counted out their gems

I do hope one is having an absolutely topping Queens Birthday weekend.