I had a wonderfully restful weekend, which is a good
thing at this time of the year. It started with Friday off work, and B over for
some Christmas cooking: more wholemeal choc chip biscuits (my freshly-baked gift
for her and her family), some fruity chocolate-y amazing truffles, and some
mini meringues, which were a bit-nerve wracking for this first-time meringue
maker – and the overly-cautious and warning-laden instructions did not help –
but turned out perfectly.
I fully intended to document the morning and share it with you here, but we were having so much fun chatting, licking bowls (well, I was — B needs more practice in that area), and working out the most efficient schedule for the oven and the mixer that I completely forgot about getting out my camera. I have failed as a food blogger.
I fully intended to document the morning and share it with you here, but we were having so much fun chatting, licking bowls (well, I was — B needs more practice in that area), and working out the most efficient schedule for the oven and the mixer that I completely forgot about getting out my camera. I have failed as a food blogger.
In the afternoon I sped off to my parents’ for the
weekend (my new car sure can fly!). Actually, when I arrived, they were both
out: Dad was still at the Sri Lanka vs Australia cricket match, and mum was off
having a girl’s afternoon tea. My parents have a better social life than me.
The restfulness of the weekend came largely due to the
intermittent but heavy showers, which kept us indoors more than usual. We would
be all ready to go outside and say hello to the chooks, or deadhead the roses,
or pick the raspberries, or darn the netting over said berries, when the rain
would come whooshing down. Then of course the berries would be too wet to pick,
and the chooks, having run helter-skelter for their house, would probably not come out
for anything except food (hellos not sufficient).
Again, I fail you as a blogger because I didn’t take my
camera with me. So I can only tell you about dad’s vigorous, vibrant scarlet runner
beans; the black jack zucchinis with their astounding silver-speckled leaves; the
juicy loganberries at various stage of ripeness (when fully ripe, they are
black and taste like tropical fruit salad, but I’m happy to have them a little
redder in colour and enjoy a tart explosion in the mouth). The rows and rows of
onions of various persuasions (I took home a handful of pungent spring onions)
and the lush rows of carrots, which pulled up out of the damp earth as perfectly-formed
specimens (well, mostly - one had three legs) with a sweetness never found in a
supermarket.
I am always happy-ish with my small suburban vegie
plot until I visit dad, and see his multiple raised beds of tomatoes and corn
and rhubarb and asparagus and more. A sigh of discontent and envy; then I
remind myself that he is a fairly full-time gardener, cricket matches not
withstanding. Anyway, it’s inspirational; I can see how much there still is to
learn and achieve and grow.
At least when I returned home on Sunday afternoon, the
rain had cleared and the sun was fairly sparkly, so I fed my modest rows of
peas, beans, lettuce and kale; tended to my tomato bushes; and told my scarlet
runners about their country cousins.
At least I could gloat a little that my pot of basil
is far lusher than mum’s. I take these small victories where I can. Didn’t you
know gardening is a competition sport within families?
Haha - my parent's garden is like a thousand times better than mine, simply because they give it a lot more attention and care. Your basil looks great, though :)
ReplyDeletehi christina, yes i'm proud of my basil. not enough yet for making pesto, but i can toss a few leaves thru a salad - or a they elevate cheese on toast to something very special.
ReplyDeleteI am also very jealous of your dad's garden, and will need to see photos. I am very excited about my giant potted zucchini, and must replant basil - first lot of seeds were a dismal failure...
ReplyDeletejo, i promise i will take my camera when i visit at christmas time!
Deletepotted zucchini? you must tell more...
This was a fun post to read! I´m SO jealous of your freshly picked cherries. I wish I had so many things growing in my garden; guess I need to get me a garden first... Have a great week!
ReplyDeletehi paula. there aren't as many cherries in the bowl now :-) i was about to say "yes, you need a garden" but a pot of soil is a start - a mini-garden.
Deleteyou too!