It has been ages since I posted- its the problem when I am swapping my time at work so i can pay someone else to gather my food. Well that’s what most people do. I guess I still play a large part in the gathering of my own food. Not all foods but a lot. I am still swapping y butchering skills for meat to bring home.
My Veggie garden is still ticking over; I am starting harvesting broccoli- how do I store them you ask. Well its easy- only cut the head of the broccoli off and leave the stalks in the ground, they will continue to produce small heads at each leaf join for months to come. Once you have cut them off, cut them up- include the stalk that is below the flower heads. The stalk has as much nutrition as the flower and tastes the same. Blanch in hot water for a short period of time ( http://www.thekitchn.com/how-to-blanch-vegetables-home-108570). Once blanched, drain them for a while, then put on oven trays overnight, once they’re frozen then you can put them in a bag, that way you will have individual broccoli and can easily use them without having a great blob of vegetables.
Something else I have made is an outdoor seat- but it’s not just an outdoor seat- it’s a journey that’s inside my head, same as all my food- I know the journey and connection, the animals that I harvest, I know the effort it takes to get them or gather mushrooms, the distance travelled, the journey of my food sits in my soul.
This particular seat came from some neighbours that had a frame to give away. The wood was salvaged form a skip bin one night out the front of an old night club, which is now a bank, the oregon beam was too good to be throwing away (a whole topic for another time). I moved this wood several times when we moved and finally when I got the frame, I realised what it would be good for. I planned it down, varnished and vola- A Seat that sits undercover but is very heavy, strong and will last longer than my life.
A recent camping trip in the middle of winter was great fun on the Murray, catching crayfish and releasing most; we had enough food and really wanted to catch them to show the kids. I would recommend winter camping, kids loved it, we all got dirty. Dirt is good for the sole and too much focus is made of us being clean, we are losing our physical connection with the earth.
My final thoughts are about enjoying the fruits of our labour- and once again it’s a journey that’s inside my head, i know the place that we as a family went to collect wild blackberries, I can almost feel how hot the day was, the black snake that we see, it’s like recalling a movie in my head. That’s the story of food, that’s the journey that should be in all of our heads, that’s our connection to landscape. The supermarket does not provide this; could this be the reason why we as a society throw away 40% of all of our food? I know that I cringe if I have to throw out my food; at least my chooks recycle it back into protein.
The bottom photos are preserved blackberries form 2 years ago and yet the memory is strong. To have them in custard is like magic, hard to describe, keep all your zumbo cakes and deserts, I dare anybody to say this stuff is not liquid gold, it connect to my childhood, food is the mortar of our lives, it keep us all together, both as individuals but as family and community and our big connection to landscape