No Spend Year

After mulling it over, I have made up my mind to attempt a No Spend Year. The idea popped up on my Instagram feed (thanks Yarnder Woman). This led me to reading a sample of the year of less by Cait Flanders. She originated the idea. The concept gelled with me.

I would love to purchase the whole book, and it is a click of the button on my Kindle to do so, but that would defeat the purpose of the exercise. I have more books waiting to be read than I could read in a year, both hard copy and digital.

The idea is to stop all spending except on groceries, toiletries, cleaning supplies and petrol and basically use what you have for the rest. Obviously medical expenses will be covered and other essentials, but not clothing, shoes, decor, books, entertainment and hobbies etc. Use what you have, which is my motto already. So far I haven't been shopping yet this year and, after a bit of post New Year cleaning and sorting, have been belatedly motivated to clear out the old. When I say clear out, if often means use up rather than discard. This concept appeals to me. Waste in any form is disagreeable. My goal is to shop in the pantry, garden and freezer before adding anything to my grocery list. I recognise and appreciate that I am privileged to be able to do this and there are so many people that consider even this a luxury.

Yesterday I had leftover veggie tart for breakfast. Lunch for four was a tuna salad made from a can my sister left here over the holiday, pickled cucumber, that needs using, along with chopped roast veggies and mayonnaise. It was tasty on slices from the end of the loaf Decadent Dad baked the day before. We were invited out for dinner so I took along a bottle of champagne we already had and some fresh vegetables from the garden as a hostess gift for my vegetarian friend.

Even though I will buy groceries, I really do want to use up what we have. This morning I cleared the last of the leftover croissants out the freezer for breakfast with jams and homemade cheese. That marks the end of the block of cheese. It was homemade and tasty. I have about 5 or 6 rock hard, mature goudas in the fridge that I plan to grate finely to turn into our very own Farmesan. This will have to suffice in the cheese department until it is all used up which could take months.

On a mission, I baked three loaves of a fragrant bread, adapting a health loaf recipe, tossing in what I had in the storage jars on the kitchen counter. It included some chickpea flour that I never get around to, sunflower seeds, my zataar spice mix, a bit of the farmesan for extra protein and the usual mix of brown and white flour and yeast. We will eat them later with egg mayonnaise and the last of the cucumber pickle from the jar.  I usually try to plan my meals around what needs using the most in the fridge.

The bread took a while to bake so we had some orange, almond and chocolate cake for a late tea. I had traded with a friend, two cakes for some of my soap, for my son's 21st birthday in November but only one was eaten so I froze the other. It defrosted beautifully and we are loving it.



Tonight my son is having friends over for a movie night. We will grill two packs of sausages that were given to us and I will make a potato salad using dug up potatoes, serve more of the never-ending pickles and make a just pulled carrot and needs-using cauliflower salad as a type of coleslaw. I figure cauliflower will work instead of the usual cabbage. I can pick beets and made a beet and horseradish salad. That horseradish has been hanging around in the fridge for a while. Then there is the last bottle of last summer's apricot preserve which will be lovely with that box of custard my sister left here. We also have homemade cordial for drinks. Dinner sorted.

I don't expect Decadent Dad to play along with the No Spend idea. In fact I am not even sure he needs to know about it. He will do his usual thing and I will do mine and we will find a happy balance between us. He always treats me to Special Night on a Friday where he cooks dinner that he shops for, and he certainly isn't as decadent as he used to be.

So wish me well. I hope I will keep to my resolve. 

Summer Evening Stroll in the Tunnel

Strains of Michael Buble waft out into the sultry Summer night. A belated birthday meal is sizzling and bubbling in the kitchen, green peppercorn sauce over our own grass fed rump steak at my request. I sit on the wooden floor, sorting sandy potatoes into small piles for keeping and sharing. The mondial potatoes that I grew from a shop bought bag produced a disappointing harvest this year. Ladybug imposters gobbled their leaves faster than I could squash them and so the tubers stayed small. These, my early potatoes will provide us with just a few meals, including the potato chips tonight. I have my hopes set on the organic Varna seed potatoes planted later in Spring. Maybe they will perform better. Tonight, against all my grain, I sprayed them with an organic pesticide in the hopes of defeating the voracious red beetles before they defoliate our winter potato stores as well.

They are looking relatively healthy. Come and stroll through my veggie garden with  me...

The Country Gentleman sweetcorn has grown up tall and dignified as a gentleman should, so tall that the stalks are pushing up against the top of the tunnel. Maize pollinates via the wind. I hope their position in the plastic section of our tunnel doesn't prevent them from giving us full cobs of summer sweetness.

There is a green tunnel of maize and runner beans that my little nephew ran up and down when he visited from Cape Town. Every time I pick the rough skinned beans I remember his delight as he scampered in and out of green light and shadow, willing me to spray him with the hosepipe.


The tomatoes are happier than last week. They drunkenly cling to their stakes as their heavy fruits threaten to topple them over. Each morning I pick the fruit just as the colour is turning. I am jealous of my tomato harvest and refuse to share the ripe fruit with the resident field mouse and birds, so I set them in baskets to ripen on the kitchen counter.

The Kuroda carrots are the most disciplined of all out plantings this season. They stand to attention, proudly parading their promise of Autumn delights. Not so the rebellious Yellowstone carrots which, although vigorous, appear haphazardly in their allocated bed. Our spring planting of Purple Dragon carrots continue to mature randomly and so provide us with a continual supply of the pretty purple skinned orange vegetables.

Heirloom lettuce is gaily going to seed. I hope for many tiny babies that I can transplant at my leisure. Germinating the seed in trays has proved disastrous. From packet and packets of old heirloom lettuces, I have only successfully managed to grow three pink tinged Regina Di Maggio lettuces.

The Drumhead Savoy cabbages are just beginning to form round heads. They are rather moth eaten. Every day I mean to cover them with netting. Maybe tomorrow I will remember.

The pile of Waltham butternuts is growing inside the house. This is our first year growing them. Previously pumpkins took precedence. I am not sure how well these squashes keep. I will do my best to enable these beauties to reach their full culinary potential.

Winter meals of hearty dry Spanish Black beans are peeping through the leaves, biding their time until they are fully dry and ready for podding.

Bath-sponges-to-be hang seductively from their vine. Many many loofah seeds were planted before this one plant took root and trailed up the stake.

A stroll through our tunnel at sunset brings closure to my day, and hope for the harvest to come. Tomorrow morning, just after sunrise, I will return and greet my new day with the birds, our enthusiastically vociferous rooster and loving Lucy Lamb while my men young and old snore in good company with Winifred and Sausage, our two late-rising Piggies.

GROWING POTATOES: Commercial Mondial vs Heirloom BP1, Beds vs Sacks

Warning! The following post may contain elements not suitable for those bored by detailed garden ramblings, and may prove to be tedious even to those who grow their own veggies.

Last spring we planted our potatoes in well mucked beds under plastic. The 'seed potatoes' were Mondial potatoes bought from our local grocer and had been grown commercially by our friend Benny on his nearby farm. I left them to sprout before planting. In the above September pic, you can just see the bright green potato plants in two rows at the back of our tunnel. 

Then a month or so later I ordered some heirloom BP1 seed potatoes and  planted them in the middle bed, between the Mondials. By the end of October, all the potatoes were flourishing under our vigilant watering and beetle inspection. 

By December, the Mondials had finished flowering, and the BP1's were covered in a mass of pretty blue-purple flowers. We were able to begin scrabbling for Mondials already and enjoy the taste of fresh new potatoes in our meals.

And then we went away in January, leaving the garden in the capable hands of Molly. While we were away the water supply dwindled for some time. When we returned, the Mondials were ready for harvesting. The BP1's had taken a knock from spotty red, ladybug-mimicking beetles , but were otherwise fine. 

These are just a few of the giant beauties that we dug up from the Mondial beds. They had a great flavour and we had enough to share and stored some in paper bags for the next few months. Mondials are robust, pale yellow, firm potatoes. They are great for boiling, potato salads and mash. 

When I was planting the heirloom BP1's, I had more potatoes than garden space. Sticking to my USE IT - DON'T LOSE it principles, I decided to experiment with growing some of them in sacks after seeing Jamie Oliver do the same.

We quarter-filled sacks with rich soil and planted three potatoes in each bag and placed the bags in a sunny spot under the kitchen window. 

They grew well and we raised the bags and added soil as they grew until the sacks were full.

Once the potato plants had died back we excitedly tipped them out into holes in the lawn, dug by our naughty puppy. The harvest was dismal.

One or two sacks provided enough potatoes for just one meal. On a happier note, the yield from the tunnel bed was substantially better than the sacks, but not close to the volumes per metre that we harvested from the Mondials.  What I can say, though, is that the BP1 is a superbly delicious, creamy white fleshed potato. It wins hands down over Mondial regarding texture. I found it suitable for boiling and especially delicious roasted. The BP1 potatoes were more susceptible to scab, but losses were minimal. In all fairness to the heirloom potatoes, some of our problems with yield and insects could have been due to less vigilant watering and bug-squashing during the critical growth period while I was in Cape Town. I will still try growing them again next summer, but will not bother with potatoes in tyres or sacks, and will stick to standard well enriched beds in the future. Our first ever attempt at growing potatoes in tyres a few years back was a failure too.

Summer's potato beds are now Autumn's leek, onion and garlic beds and, come springtime, some of them will be planted up with broad beans and peas.  Through winter we will dig in manure to prepare new potato beds where we grew last season's pumpkins, and so the garden turns with the turning of the earth around the sun.

Slow Living in June

I am not so sure why it is called slow living. Cooking from scratch, growing the food, crafting and living purposefully keeps me busier than ever before. I suppose food grown and then cooked is slow food rather than fast food, but I am moving faster to do it all. Coaxing milk into cheese is tediously slow, but in that, my appreciation of the final golden block is heightened as I value the process to create it. For what it's worth here is my June Journal, inspired by Slow Living Essentials

The month of June brought us a day of snow falling on the farm and covering the distant Maluti Mountains in white. It had all melted here by the following morning, but the mountains are still beautifully iced. Winter days are usually crisp and clear, inviting us outdoors. Icy mornings and evenings call for log fires and steaming cups of tea. June also heralds the winter school holidays, a welcome relief form the study routines, and a chance for a change of pace.

Nourish:
This past month we have moved away form the warm porridges and have mostly had delicious muesli breakfasts instead. My creative husband has been experimenting with making his own muesli, possibly to sell, and we have been the grateful recipients of the best tasting muesli I have ever had. Summer's bounty graces our bowls of muesli in the form of golden honey and a choice of preserved apricots, peaches, pears or apples topped with a dollop of fresh Rosie yoghurt. This is slow living at it's best with this wonderfully nourishing breakfast each morning.

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t's potato harvest time, and so I have included many different forms of potatoes in our meals, from gnocchi, to mashed, baked, boiled, and layered potato pies. This winter potato salad was a variation on Barbara Kingsolver's recipe, using what was available here: feta, ricotta, green tomato preserve, rocket and boiled eggs tossed with the potatoes in a mayonnaise and yoghurt dressing.

Prepare:

One way of storing the extra cream that we have around here is to bake it into rusks. These keep well and make a fantastic any-time snack. The recipe is super easy:

Warm one liter of slightly sour cream and stir in 1 1/2 cups of sugar until it dissolves.
Mix 10 cups of flour (assorted types if you like) with 2 1/2 T baking powder, 1/2 t salt and 10 ml cream of tartar.
Stir in your choice of raisins, coconut, seeds and nuts. Mix everything together and bake at 180 degrees C for one hour. Cool, cut into squares, lay them on racks. Dry overnight at 100 degrees C.

 Our first successful batch of apple cider is finally bottled, and although meant for long term storage ... there are eight green bottle sitting in the fridge... and if one green bottle should accidentally go, there are seven green bottles....

The cheese making is continuing with new trials of Monteray Jack, Farmhouse cheddar, Raw Milk Tomme and another gouda all maturing in a cool room alongside some of May's cheeses.

Reduce, Re-Use:
No citrus peels make it into the compost heap around here. Dried and chopped, they add wonderful flavor to my man's fabulous muesli. The rest of the skins are slowly tuning into citrus cleaner.

Old cardboard boxes cut up and folded made perfect envelopes for posting computer discs. A pretty sticker, some string and a little melted wax crayon made for attractive parcels, ready for posting to someone special.

Grow:
 Most of our vegetable garden is dormant during this heavy frost season. We still have some spinach, cabbage and rocket for harvesting. I am using the garden rest period to focus on a few structural changes to the beds.

Create:
I have been blessed by my husband's creativity this month. He used old ceiling boards and made me some chalk boards for advertising my cream cheese at the farmers market.

He built me a shelf for my sewing area, helping me to create some order.

He cleverly made a bracket for my cream cheeses. It attaches to the burglar bars that swings up and out of the way when not in use. He also created some straining bags using old sheeting and some fabric from my stash. Not bad for re-using and creating at the same time.

Discover:
I am reading a book called Earth Artist written by one of my classmates from high school, Jenny Louw. This book challenges my approach to gardening, encouraging the use of weeds as pioneer plants and taking biodiversity to a completely new level.

Enhance:
My emerging cream cheese business has been enhanced by a large weekly order from a local restaurant. (A bit of reversal here as I am the local being supported) This greatly helps me to use up some of the 100 liters of milk that Rose produces a week. I was able to give crochet lessons to some little people one afternoon this month. My son earned a little extra income by caring for a friend's dog while she was away. Jack, the bull terrier usually is kenneled while his owner is away, but the kennel is almost an hour's drive from here, so this arrangement was mutually beneficial.

Enjoy:
Happy times this month included....

... a little girls birthday party on top of a koppie with a 360 degree view of the countryside.

... a short but sweet visit from my in-laws en-route to a wedding.

.... another special family visit from faraway cousins that included a farm tour where the city kids dug up their own potatoes.

I feel as if I have hardly done justice to the month of June, just superficially touching on some highlights of our wintry days. Time marches forward into July with its slightly shorter, but much colder nights. Who knows, we may even see some more snow. Now wouldn't that be something.