Never Independent

Self sufficiency defined in a dinner, last night.

Pasta tossed in Rosie's butter and just picked and steamed asparagus tips, broad beans and slivers of spinach. Sharp salty matured crumbly gouda - who ever heard of that, mature gouda? And my feta crushed through the pasta.

Bitter salad on the side, radishes in rings, oak lettuce, butter lettuce, mint, coriander, mange tout peas, celery.

Completed with a handful of warm juicy strawberries each and a teensy dollop of tiramisu ice-cream, Rosie's cream of course, my mascarpone.

Self sufficiency, they may say, but it's He who brought us here. We plant, He grows. We milk and churned, He sustains and protects.

And now?

Now, He gets the credit.

I am thankful for the beginning of the harvest.

Slow Living in September

September, month of warming days, birthdays, visits from faraway family, vigorous new growth and hope. In spite of painful typing due to a pinched nerve, I just had to look back over the past month along with Slow Living Essentials. Our first Spring rains have tentatively arrived, so the countryside is gradually greening. The rains haven't been enough to stop the farm fires this month, but hopefully my men have fought the last one for the season a few days ago.

NOURISH:
We have been eating a lot of what there is ... potatoes that I had hoped to store and which are sprouting faster than we can eat them, lettuce, spinach, leeks, asparagus,
 eggs and of course all things dairy. We have discovered Gordon Ramsay's cooking demonstrations and have had fun experimenting with some of his ideas. My husband's Special Night dinners have definitely gone up a notch. His burgers are extra tasty and crispy, his chicken parmigiana just melts in your mouth.



PREPARE:
My hubby makes delicious muesli in bulk, with the aim of selling it. It has yet to make it out of the front door. A few more cheeses have joined my repertoire, roquefort and camembert. Time will tell whether they are a success.

The beginning of roquefort.

We bake a lot, for our home and for selling breads and croissants at the market, so we bought an enormous  50kg of bread flour from the farmers' co-op. The wheat is grown locally and milled in a small town not too far away. We are definitely becoming locavores.

REDUCE / RE-USE / RECYCLE
I keep all our old oats boxes. They make great storage containers for my seed packets,

and this month I converted one into packaging for a parcel of booties I had knitted. I am trying to think of a way to use them, inside out for my cheese packaging.

GREEN
I have been blessed with some more organic soaps, made by kind Barbara, and love their gentleness on my skin. 

GROW
Now that the frost has headed North, it's seed planting time. My generous brother-in-law gave me all sorts of exciting heirloom seeds to plant, I can't wait to see how they do. I have rows and rows of hopeful seed trays just starting to germinate.

I am struggling to tell the difference between giant garlic plants and leeks in my tunnel. They come from the same family, and I have a horrible feeling that the leeks I am pulling up may be immature giant garlic plants, not yet bulbed.

CREATE
When we met as students, I was the engineer and my husband was the clothing designer. Now he is the designer builder and I am the home educating, cheese making mom. How our lives have turned around. Well, my daughter decided that for her 17th birthday, she would like a dress, made by her dad, So he spent days making up a pattern from scratch and sewing for her. Her birthday has come and gone, and she wore her daddy's itsy bitsy dress to her birthday dinner. There is another dress, half made, and they have all sorts of ideas for a few more. It's been wonderful to see my creative husband in his element, loving the process.

I was recently given a Dutch tile depicting a woman making cheese. My clever husband set it into a beautiful piece of teak that he inherited from his uncle. Every time we use the beautiful new cheese board, we will be reminded of his Nelson family and my artist friend, Thandi, who gave us the materials.

I am frustrated by my arm pain, and have been unable to sew, knit, crochet or blog this month. I have made a little cheese, but have mostly relied on sweet Blantina to help me with that too.

My daughter's creativity with her 365 self portraits is a delight to see.

DISCOVER
Through my market stall I have discovered some wonderful people in our little nearby town. I met an architect and his lovely wife who quilts. Yesterday she invited me to visit and see her inspiring quilt collection. I came away with some fabric scraps for my African shwe-shwe quilt and an invitation to join her quilting group. I am looking forward to meeting these ladies. Sometimes farm life can be a little isolated, but usually I am too busy to notice. I have also been invited to visit a German lady who is a wonderful gardener. She is so knowledgable about succulents and has set up food gardens in the local township. I definitely learn best directly from other people, so I am delighted.

ENJOY
We had a lovely visit from some of our Cape Town family this month. It was a bittersweet time as we were saying goodbye to my brother- and sister-in-law before they left for the UK. We filled their visit with good food and farm fun, the best being our breakfast in the fields, well, the orchard.

It was so special to have Nana here too. Being far from loved ones is the hardest part of living here.

The farm kids next door have rigged up a pony cart which has provided lots of fun.

My son had to give up gymnastics when we left Cape Town. He recently discovered that the security gates provide a perfect place to practice his pull-ups. It's been fun to watch his biceps growing as he builds up his strength again.

I'll be back.

I have a frozen shoulder / elbow tendonitis / threatened carpel tunnel in my wrist - basically I have managed to wrangle my arm a little. It hurts to type so I will give blogging a rest for a while.

(Edited ... it turned out to be a pinched nerve in my neck)

I am not sure if it was caused by heifer handling, cheese churning, mouse moving, continuous crocheting, wild weeding, careless quilt cutting or the whole bundle in combination. However it was caused, it needs some T.L.C..

I hope to catch you here soon.
Cath

Slow Living in August

Come and meander though the highlights of the past month with me, guided by Slow Living Essentials

August started off as the month of fire and ice. Snow fell on the farm twice, but to my children's disappointment, it was not heavy enough to last long. August is also the windy month. Veld fires have raged through some  of the surrounding farms, keeping my son and husband fighting flames late into many a night. Until the Summer rains come and the dry gales subside, we are all on high fire alert.

Fires of a more comforting, crackling, contained kind continue to warm our home at night. 

Towards the end of the month as the temperatures soared into hints of the coming summer, new fires were made for al fresco meals and a little cheese smoking. There was ice then too, but the glass-tinkling cocktail-cooling type.

NOURISH
I have been making cheese incessantly as Rosie's milk flow relentlessly gushes into the buckets twice a day and more townsfolk discover the delights of jersey milk cheese. The constant stirring of pots of warm milk and monitoring temperatures has left me rather uninspired in the kitchen, that and the meager pickings from the garden and farm. Not much is left in my stores from last summer, some frozen tomatoes, plenty of apricot jam, bags of frozen apricots, a few jars of chutney, walnuts and some sun dried tomatoes. Cooking from scratch under these circumstances is depressing. Even so, the garden is beginning to show signs of spring but, as Barbara Kingsolver says, " this is the hungry season". Thankfully we have an overabundant supply of dairy products to keep us going. Even my chickens have not yet discovered the coming joys of spring.

This meal was made from the collection of beans that I dried at the end of summer, baked with our frozen tomatoes. The salad consisted of leftover brussels sprouts tossed with walnuts, sun dried tomatoes and some of my chabrie cheese in a yoghurt dressing. I make a pleasant mock mayonnaise by whisking oil, lemon juice or vinegar, mustard powder, sugar and salt into my natural yoghurt.

PREPARE
The only stockpiling happening here is in the form of golden cylinders of cheese. This month I tried making pecorino and parmesan. Waxing the cheeses once they are dry will hopefully let them mature without a thick, hard rind. Oh yes, all the butter making left us with buttermilk which we baked into bread and there are a few loaves of bread in the freezer now too. I did also store up a few tubs of gourmet ice-cream for our family who are visiting soon.

REDUCE / RE-USE / RECYCLE
When I was a little girl, my doctor-daddy would bring us used glass injection vials which we filled with tiny shells or beads for ornaments. Well, a few months ago I quiveringly mastered giving injections to our animals. When Rosie was ill then I managed to save a cow-sized vial.

and this month, when I got around to cleaning it up, it made a pretty little vase for some dried tansy flowers.

Why toss a favourite pinkT-shirt just because it's stained. Buy some inexpensive black dye and have some tie-dying fun. 

Throw in a white pair of jeans that fit but aren't practical for the farm, botch up their dying to create a mottled grey pair of jeans and then you can buy more dye and have more fun next month too. 

GREEN
I am pleased to say that the soap nuts my friend gave me are wonderful in the dishwasher. Our citrus cleaner also does a great job shining up the sink. I have run out of moisturizer and eye make-up remover. Natural plant oils work wonders for both.

GROW
Snowdrops, daffodils and rocket have been popping up in our garden, much to our delight. The flowers are almost too pretty to pick.

The rocket, on the other hand, once packaged, was gratefully received by a nearby restaurant, and put a few coins in my pocket in the process.

Other welcome spring plants that have made an appearance in the last few weeks are coriander, bok choi, asparagus and mustard lettuce. I have planted loads of seeds in trays. Here's hoping they will germinate. If I could only remember to water them. 

CREATE
Another kitchen helper created by my husband - a recipe book stand that is off the work surface and swivels out of the way.

My clever husband also designed and built this impressive castle-bed, even hand stitching the pennants.

Two years of dedicated crocheting whenever I had a chance finally produced my daughter's granny stripe blanket.

What a wonderful relief to get back to a bit of sewing now. This apron was a delight to make.

DISCOVER
Oooh, I have discovered a deliciously addictive, wonderfully educational website, called Craftsy. It is full of online craft courses, and some of them are free. I signed up for their free quilting Block of the Month course. I have never quilted before, but have wanted to learn ever since my talented aunt gave us a beautiful quilt as a wedding present twenty years ago. As you can see, my first two blocks are made. Not too shabby either, and I am using a South African traditional fabric, shwe-shwe. I am so excited about this project, jumping up and down inside, and there are so many more exciting courses. I just wish I had more time for quilting in my days.

I have also treated myself to a mail-order quilting course, thanks to my cheese income. Great big happy smiles.

ENHANCE
I have started teaching some of the farm teen girls some knitting techniques, like cabling, and making those cute booties, and even a bit of what I am learning from the quilting course. Sitting chatting, listening to "Call me Maybe", cups of tea, young ladies each working on their own project, random displays of exuberance from my daughter... smile.

ENJOY
My talented daughter, in exploring her photographic creativity, and being relatively isolated here and having limited access to models for her photography, has decided to commit herself to 365 self portraits. I am so enjoying her passion for creative expression.

As the tempestuous days of fire and ice give way to balmy spring weather, pink peach blossoms line the road to our farm house, and white orchards adorn the hill, promising luscious summer fruit. I take a deep breath of joy as I surface for air after the breath-holding submergence under winter's frozen grip.

Happy Flowers

 Daffodils popping up in the garden joyfully herald the first days of Spring. Their bright yellow faces call me outside, invite me to bend down to delight in their sunny promise.

But, wait. There are a few more flowers in the garden today.

Pretty pink flowers with daffodil-yellow buttons and happy yellow ric-rac stitched for a little girl who will soon be three.

This little girl who loves having a "pea tarty" certainly needs a pretty apron while she helps her big sister  bake something delicious for tea.

It's reversible too, with more cookie cutter flower pockets on the other side.  

I had such fun using my fabric scraps to make this sweet little birthday gift for a sweet little girl. 

I found the pattern here.

A little USE the fabric scraps, DON'T LOSE THEM, and MAKE IT - DON'T BUY IT happening.

Smokin'

As fun as cheese making can be, sometimes the end results may be just a tad disappointing.

Yesterday, we decided to turn some unhappy cheeses into something more cheerful.

I selected a not so smooth mozzarella, a flaky cheddar, and an odd tasting mozzarella resulting from Rosie grazing in the oat field for too long.

Extravagant Dad lit a fire.

He suspended a wire waste paper basket from a beam, balanced the cheeses on a grid at the bottom of the bin, and wrapped it in paper with a hole at the top.

Then he nestled wet hickory wood chips in a recycled tin in the weber, positioning the braai vent under the smoking basket.

The end result... ta daaah... scrumptious smoked cheese, enjoyed sliced with a glass of beer.

A truly ELASTIC rescue that turned failure into FANTASTIC.

Labour of Love

Just after sunrise, my two wonderful children head outside on a frosty morning, buckets in hand, to coax milk from sweet, patient Rose with icy fingers.

Half an hour later I pour the steaming, frothy milk through filters into a new buckets and chill it for a day.

The next morning I ladle the thick yellow layer of cream from the top of the milk into my mixer bowl and churn it until golden globules float in a white buttermilk.

I work the strained butter on a wooden board under running water until the water runs clear and there is a rich creamy mass of butter packed into a dish.

That evening my incredible husband works a bit of that butter with some yeast, milk, sugar and flour and forms it into a soft, wet dough which he rests overnight.

The following day he takes the large block of day old butter, rolls out the dough and works them together for hours... roll, fold and rest...roll, fold and rest... roll, fold and rest... until there are over two hundred layers of butter and sweet dough.

Then he rolls out a beautiful rectangle of dough, cuts it into triangles, which he sprinkles with cinnamon sugar or adorns with a block of chocolate.

My amazing husband then rolls up the triangles and leaves them to rise for a few hours before being popped into a hot oven. The house fills with their sweet aroma.

They emerge perfectly flaky, and a delicious golden brown. We tuck into the warm, sweet pastries for supper. When no one is looking I hide a few uneaten croissants in the freezer.

A week later, my two wonderful children head outside on a frosty morning, milk buckets in hand....

My daughter also pops those four frozen croissants into the oven and switches on the coffee machine. A little while later my kind husband presents me with a mug of frothy cappuccino and some hot cinnamon croissants.

I truly appreciate my decadent breakfast in bed.