Thursday, February 18, 2010
Fruit and booze. What a combination! After a weekend in Wellington(capital city) last weekend spent this week making progress through 12 kilos of greengages. Jam and preserving in brandy. That should see us through the winter. Speaking of which yesterday the nations highest temp.29. It felt like it with high humidity as well. Not really the weather for jam making. The workers came home and asked"What's for dinner?" My face said it all. So takeaways it was. Dessert evening at our place tonight - rhubarb and strawberry cobbler and Coffee, walnut and meringue cake. If the response is favourable I will post the recipes.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
OK enough already! this hunting/gathering thing is getting out of order. Monday night Mr H (the neighbour) knocks at the door to give me 2 legs of goat(young kid) actually. I had just the recipe Peter Kuruvita's goat curry from his cookbook ' Serendip'. A beautiful book, but for someone with limited access to Sri Lankan ingredients perhaps not practical. Still the curry was lovely. The meat perfect. Having stocked up on vegetables after a trip to the farm on Saturday it all came together wonderfully.The farm is situated on the western side of the central plateau of the North Island of New Zealand. it is primarily a cropping farm of carrots. Number 8 wire innovation has given way to advanced technology as the carrot harvester was invented by Ivan the driver in the picture.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Walking out this morning spotted this deer being hung in the neighbour's garage ready to be butchered this afternoon. Took over a pot of the jam to ask permission for the photo. This is really buying local in my mind, if you don't hunt it, kill it and then cook it don't bother to tell me to ' buy local'. On a similar note I did my hunter/gather thing today, as I had used up all the lemons in the garden. I spied on my walk a tree overburdened with fruit. I knocked on the door and asked if I could pick a bag. No worries! They even offered me a bag. Not a problem I replied, "I came prepared". Promised a pot of jam will be put in the letterbox tomorrow. By the way Mr & Mrs H next door (they of the deer) tell me they rarely buy meat. Mr H shoots rabbits, goat and deer and is a keen fisherman and diver. His vege garden is immaculate. We are fortunate to live in such a temperate climate.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Very productive past few days. The Damsons have had a bumper year. This is only my second crop and what you see is the product of my second day of jam making. I had more fruit than I knew what to do with- I tried my hand at making fruit pastes( also called fruit comfits or pastilles). We love our cheese platter and usually buy in the fruit pastes, so why not?
I cooked the plums and a little lemon juice and water, cooled and pureed in a blender. I put it through a sieve and into a pan over a low heat gradually adding equal amount of sugar. Stirred for 45minutes. Then turned out into lined slice pan to cool. It turns from a glorious pink to dark purple. Then cut with a hot knife into diamond shapes. Roll shapes in caster sugar or place a blanched almond in the centre of each. They need to be stored for 2 months before using although going by our tasting last night it will not last that long. In days gone by the paste was poured into large shallow plates to mature for several days in a cool, dark cupboard. Then turned out stacked one on top of the other, interleaved with bay leaves, and covered in muslin. It was brought out for special occasions like Christmas and served with a little port wine poured over. Again yum!
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
By now you are aware I was not named on the New Years' Honours List. Not a dame then but this is the view from my Throne. The big red one is the Pohutukawa (the New Zealand Christmas tree).To its right is the Grandiflora Magnolia( flowering creamy- white waxy flowers larger than a dinner plate) and right again is the mighty Kauri(ours is a baby about 30years old). With that to greet me every morning I consider myself very, very lucky. The Pohutukawa is part of a memorial stand that lines our street. Each is numbered and protected. Now that the rain and wind has stripped the trees, the crimson stamens carpet the road and pavement. I get the royal treatment every time I walk out my gate. Damehood who needs it. I am a Contessa!