Sunday, November 03, 2013

November in the Garden

Today is a very special day - as this day, 14 years ago, we welcomed 'Salina into our world.  In fact, at this point in time 14 years ago I think I was dealing with my first major nappy eye-opener!!


Obviously she is well past that stage of life (as is her little sister) and has grown into someone I am pretty darned proud of - and she has a keen sense of humour.


We had her friends over yesterday for a beach visit and barbeque - this morning, we have had breakfast and been to the beach - there is a theme.


Although, apparently, her day also consists of some homework - as does mine...

Its hot here - very hot.  It has been hot AND windy approximately 80% of the last 3 weeks, and the garden is showing the effects of that, I am afraid.


 The front flower beds are desparately in need of some serious deadheading.  This bed is virtually all antbed, so one day the dream is to remove it and create a hedge and/or some sort of privacy in this area - it is evolutionary.


This bed, that was created completely from deadheading and random scatterings, is looking very sorry now that the sunflowers have been removed.  There are plans afoot to put an orange tree in on this side.


I love the hippeastrum, but the display this year is fairly paltry because they were lifted and separated fairly late.  I am going to try and leave them in situ for a season or so before the next lift.  That being said, I did manage to give away over 100 bulbs for others, with the instructions "they are compost if they don't strike" - but the strike rate is apparently pretty good out there.
 

It is anticipated that this corridor at the side of the house will get paved one day, with some shadecloth and potting areas under contemplation.  Another wonderful idea is to possibly move the fence/gate back to allow Ergon access (and more sun to some of the bed) - that is the great thing about a garden, the dreaming of possibilities.


Unfortunately due to the massive winds we have had for the last 2 months, my blossoming promise is basically three little fruit on my lime tree.  Fairly devastated about that.
 

The plan is that this bed will change the wind issues (and privacy) with the bamboo, and while it is growing like wildfire (as are the marigolds and borage) it will be a few seasons.  My Vietnamese  mint died and Eddie (the cat) is a serial offender in upsetting the hope for the eggplant as, instead of seedlings we find offerings...


Luckily the back corner garden is pretty sheltered, which means that it continues green and lush - snowpeas, sweet potatoes, pumpkin, basil, marigolds and whatever else lands a seed there grow in abundance, although setting fruit is an issue with the lack of direct sunlight.
 

We still have hope of the corn - it was rather trammelled by the wind but V did straighten it after the last big blow and it seems to be steaming ahead.  

The chilli bush is prolific - we are currently at saturation point with chilli sauce and, while I will harvest and contemplate preserving these, the long-term plan is to demolish this bed and create a larger bed in conjunction with the corn bed.  The strawberries (that are feeling the heat) will be renewed once that renovation is complete.


 We harvested one bed and planted beans and beetroot - something I have since learned is a no-no, but we were saved from consequences by the complete failure of beetroot!!  The beans only have a 50% strike rate as well, so will revisit this garden again today and contemplate the next move.


The bed beside it, however, is going great guns, with both zucchini and cucumber flowering and setting fruit, the silverbeet being prolific and the self-seeded snowpeas already forming pods.  Love bonus plants!


While our vegetables have fairly well dried up now that Summer is upon us (although officially we are still 1 month off), we do get some pretty special floral displays.


We have 3 frangipani trees in our garden - the dwarf pink, the cream (above)  and a newly planted cream are all flowering their head off (the bit that  broke from the latter was shoved into a pot and is flowering also).


These sunflowers in the side bed are greeting each morning (and the neighbours) and just starting to get to the stage of droop and harvest - if anyone has any sunflower recipes I am open to suggestion (or you want some seeds - if it is legal to send them from me in Queensland to you - let me know)


The "herb" garden is still going well, although we are bereft of coriander (due to the spread of a voracious oregano).  We have pineapple sage, parsley, thyme, oregano, sage, chives and rosemary available to us in this hot little corner.

So - it will be spending a bit more time down in the garden (early morning and late afternoon) and praying for rain like crazy for the next month here.


Go visit Liz at Strayed from the Table to visit other gardens in The Garden Share Collective
 


Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Golzeme

Despite the fact that 4 of my last 7 posts have been recipe based, I am definitely not what you would call a food blogger.



For a start, a food blogger would have their toenails painted, the floor more tasteful and thinner thighs.  Its true - that and the whole floured hem probably gives me away as not a food blogger.

Eddie agrees.

But I do like food.  I like to cook it.   I LOVE to eat it.  I want to share it - hence there is a chance that a recipe may be hinted at...

Golzeme is something I discovered a couple of years ago.  An awesome little local franchise, Sunshine Kebabs, offered it as a special.  As I was holding a one woman attempt to keep such a fantastic little food outlet on in this little backblock, I tested it - and fell in love.

Alas, one woman was not enough to hold back the economic requirements to sustain such a great fast food option.  

We have a McDonalds now.  

It saddens me greatly.

But I have since discovered how easy it is to create your own Golzeme without having to hunt down rare food outlets.

Golzeme is basically Arabic for toasted sandwich - only the sandwich is thin and has an awesome texture and the contents, even if they are pedestrian, are brought through as such an intense flavour.


 There are two Golzeme recipes that I have discovered that are completely different from each other, but both so simple.  I am not going to actually rip off their recipes.  I suggest you chose either one of the following dough recipes:




I have been on a bit of a Golzeme jag of late, and even made a sweet one (apple, cinnamon and brown sugar - inspired by the Croatian mother-outlaw's feed the masses on the smell of an oily-rag culinary school) last week as I had 15 savoury leftover stuffed ones and no filling for the last crust!


The main rule of thumb is to have great ingredients - I use leftover roasted or steamed (or salad) vegetables, fresh produce from the garden, whatever may be on special - you are only limited by your imagination.


Until recently, I would have said that you have to have a cheese of some sort, but I forgot when doing some last week and discovered that it isn't necessary - nice, but not an insurmountable obstacle.



Honestly, the most challenging thing about this dish is working out modulation of temperature to cook the dough enough but not too much!


I love it with a wedge of lemon.

So - what is your food crush?

* I do not apologise for the fact that, being brought up in Central Queensland with the heritage of "English/Irish/Scottish/French/German/whoever else invaded distilled through Australia", I sometimes access my exotic cultural fixes through mainstream media.  My mother learned to cook at the lap of the Australian Women's Weekly.

**  I am, however, open to anyone who has a fair dinkum non-Western recipe for me and if the ingredients are available in Paradise I will give it a twirl.

Monday, October 14, 2013

un-Crush-ed



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(Fair warning - **

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Do you know what I have been doing?

Reliving my youth, that is what.  Well, on a strictly part-time, quality basis that is but very rarely afforded in the present life.

It is currently the local Arts Festival  (Crush Festival).  This year, I actually KNEW about it before it was on.   And got my act together enough to get the family organised - ish.

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On Friday night, I had the great pleasure of participating in the "Holding Worlds in Your Words" workshop with Scott Sneddon.  (courtesy of Queensland Poetry Festival)

One of the great things about poetry workshops is you often come up with poems that otherwise would never have seen light of day.  Sometimes this is a good thing.  Either way that you take "this".

For example...



Strawberry Jam
                I am not tempted by you
                Sticky.  Red.  Juicy.

No, for I am strong.

Nuts crushed between my teeth definant
                At the balancing act of me
                Twice as large as once I aimed.
                And the pull of red sugar syrup.

That was a "one minute purge" poem - the  second one we had done.  The first was for no-one's eyes, this is the one written with the concept that it would be read by everyone in the whole world.  I don't think it is quite there.



Dusted white across the brow
Wrinkles where a thumb pressed down.
Once – I was hot
                I was admired
                Desired.

Oh sure.  Some may not have liked the sultana slant
But my sweet, gluten kiss
                To your lips.
Oh once, you would have reached.

But now.  Now plucked from amongst the pile of
                discards
A life class drawn by words.
A technique for the fastidious of hips
                To erupt the thoughts within.

Once
A panacea with cream and jam.
Make me yours.
I shall be whole again.

We were to personify an inanimate object - our table OBVIOUSLY got a scone (the other tables had 2 paper coffee cups or a blue whiteboard marker - you should have heard some of those - it is a great exercise - you should try it)
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I was interrupted by organising 'Salina's social life and repercussions - it seems motherhood isn't completely suspended - and so came in on the tail of the instruction for the next exercise.  I wrote two poems from it - guess the technique?

If the Sun was in my pocket
                I’d be a rocket.

If the Sun was in my pocket
                How hot would you find me?

If the Sun was in my pocket
                It would kick your cancer’s ass.

If the Sun was in my pocket
                I would hide behind the moon and
                sing Bonnie Tyler songs.

If the Sun was in my pocket
                Sizzle would be my sound.


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Yesterday, for the first time in - too many years, I cannot remember the last time - a very long time, I got to go to a Poetry Slam.  This is where you have two minutes ****** to read/perform/recite your poem and there are judges who determine who wins and who nearly wins.




*******  The poem I performed was very much an oldie.  It was my "go to" piece at the very beginning of my time doing performance poetry when I was in my 20s and living in Sydney.  It never used to be considered for Slams as it was over a minute in length.  And double bonus - for the vast majority of the crowd, it was a new poem ********!


ODE TO THE DISHWASHER

 
          I look at you and regress years.
My maturity dies,
And the desperate devotion
Of a teenager surfaces.
Illogical, but so in lust!

          Your eyes, surveying your surrounds,
That I have forced into,
Meet my face and pass.
I read a thousand meanings in that glance,
          My mind in turmoil.
Turgidly it fights for realism -
My soul destroys such thoughts
And builds a castle on this foundation.

          Your smile - so complete,
                So sexy,
Rips my resolve.
But it was for another
And I crumble.

          Sweetly secure behind the cake counter you pose.
I scribe my desire,
Hoping passionately you can read minds;
Hoping fearfully that you can’t.

          I want.
And my want is fervid.
The hormones rush and settle on fragments.


          Oh!  The casual toss of a tea-towel
          over a shoulder
Takes the place my head would fit.

          Your hands plunge into the warm, soapy water,
Were that they were mine.

          I sit and stare.
Your hair!  Your eyes!
Your movement a sublime ritual,
Your face in concentration
          Over a stubborn milkshake container.

          You turn.
I turn away.
My spying eyes burn in shame.

          But this teenage bout
Of lust a fantasy
That I fear
Would not sustain any maturity.

          So I sit
          I stare
          I dream
          I drool
Yet I realise that
If, and when, perhaps we meet
You shall be well protected
From an onslaught
Of ravishtation
By the tentative hold this woman
Has
On the girl within.

It went well - I got a "nearly win" prize, which is the story of my Slam career ###.




* (Edited Journal Extract)

(With extra bits)

** for those new - hello - word of warning.  I use lots of words.  Very few pictures.  I do occasionally post lots of pictures - but this isn't one of those posts.  Lots of words.  Ask yourself, do I enjoy reading? Do I enjoy reading lots of words?  There is no refund at the end of the post.)

(Please realise that I have actually taken a lot of originally written words out.  True, I have added a few in also - case in point - but you are only getting edited highlights of the original "regurgitation of the soul" - true, it was actually a phrase used in some of the stuff cut out.  Dodged a bullet there, didn't you.)

(See - took out a whole paragraph there and you didn't notice)

*** Ahem.  As I was saying, I have been sleuthing around and actually discovered that there was the possibility of

***(No, I didn't cut off that sentence- that is how some of it went.  Left that in there so you could see it)

*****(I took out all of the drivel surrounding "to the taste of my refined palate".  Phew!)

# I know - it does LOOK like I am obsessed with food in poetry - I swear, food is only a device.

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****** Wusses - we used to only get one minute.

******* The last time I went to a Slam - I was not a mother.  I was barely a partner.  To a different man.  In a completely different set of circumstances. I was also pre-menstrual - I apologise to V.  Let us say the lead up to the Slam was not pretty, but we survived the organisation of such and actually made it.  
Will do better next time honey.  Thanks.

 ******** Not bad for a poem first penned - eek - about 22 years ago - half my life. Eek!

 ### The first ever slam I entered (I got a "nearly won"), the lady who won was a bit of an enigma - even more so when she won the second ever slam I ever entered (I got a "nearly won").  I asked her why she didn't go to other poetry stuff - she said "I am a mother".  Now I understand, Amanda.  I never saw her again.

Wednesday, October 09, 2013

Silverbeet Tian

I got this recipe many years ago from my all time favourite vegetarian cookbook - one of those cookbooks that you use as a bible and so allow someone else to delve into it and -that is where the trail goes cold.  Who did I lend it to?

The good news is that this recipe is etched on my brain, because we had it tonight and it was (as usual) truly wonderful.

Ingredients:

  • Olive Oil
  • A couple of cloves of garlic minced
  • Good bunch of silverbeet, cut fine and rinsed well (you could use spinach instead - spinach and my garden are keeping their distance due to previous sulking fits by the former)
  • A few cups of leftover cooked rice (or even cook it special, because this is)
  • Toasted pine nuts (not essential, but a bloddy great addition)
  • Grated cheese (about a small handful - don't make it too cheesy)
  • 3-4 eggs beaten
  • Breadcrumbs
  • Parmesan cheese
I apologise for no set quantities  - it changes each time I make it, and every time is great.

Method:
  • In a frypan heat a good swig of oil and get the garlic all fragrant
  • Add the silverbeet and let it cook down
  • Mix in rice, nuts and cheese.
  • Mix in the eggs and pour into a greased oven dish
  • Sprinkle breadcrumbs and parmesan over the top of the dish and put into a moderate oven for 1/2 to 3/4 of an hour.
Eat.  Enjoy.  It is DELICIOUS.