Showing posts with label garlic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label garlic. Show all posts

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Winter Catch up!

Yes it's been a while! Life has been busy on the farm. Just when I think we're going to slow down, we just seem to get busier!
Autumn has been and gone. We've even passed the longest night of the year. We've yet to experience the really cold days of winter. 
Pour a cuppa and I'll take you through our activities for the last couple of months!

The Autumn vines outside our lounge room window.

The same vines from the inside. The colours were glorious. The leaves have all fallen now. 

The little garden bed we built and planted in front of the cabin is looking good. The smell of sweet alyssum and lavender is lovely as you walk along the pathways.

Autumn is a busy time in the garden, harvesting all the summer veggies.

Some tomatoes were kept to eat as is. Some were turned into Passata.

I dried a few in the Rayburn. What a wonderful piece of equipment! Drying fruits and vegetables adds another dimension to preserving our harvest.

These dried tomatoes were popped into olive oil and a little vegetable oil, then kept in the fridge. The vegetable oil stops the whole lot solidifying.

The green tomatoes I couldn't bear to throw onto the compost heap, I hung up in the old shed. We're still picking ripening tomatoes, and it's almost July!

Autumn also heralds apple picking season. We picked many kilograms of apples. Some we gave away in bags and baskets. Then we juiced around 700 apples to turn into our first cider. Our young friend Michael, who helped Frans build the cabin, came down for a weekend. He didn't think he was coming to chop fruit, but he did a splendid job! His big hands are a pair of machines. He could squeeze every last drop of juice from the pulp!

A few weeks later friends John and Jan Verouden from Gellibrand came over to help us bottle our brew. John is the cider expert. Under his guidance we have hopefully created a ripper of a little drop!

John knows all the little tricks to make bottling easy.

While John poured, Frans added the sugar and tapped the tops onto the bottles. 

Then a gentle shake to make sure there was no hiss!

Of course once the apples are picked, the nets have to come down. Let's just say this is not a job for the faint hearted. That ladder is very high. It also helps to make sure the clips are in place. Just saying...

Besides being busy about the farm, I also attended a 6 week course with the Master Tree Growers Association. Each week we visited various properties about the district. We learned much about tree growing. Time well spent. 

Yep, those are my old boots sticking out from the back of a ute (utility vehicle, or bakkie if you're South African!)

Course participants piled onto vehicles and be bounced around paddocks inspecting shelter belts and tree plantations.

With garlic planting coming up in Autumn, our very obliging neighbour Graham brought around his old tractor and ploughed our new garlic beds for us. We picked a new spot at the top end of the cow paddock. Of course we had to take the fence down so the tractor could get in to spread the compost we'd had delivered. It was a job we could not do by hand. We'd still be there!

We'd ploughed these rows way back in February and had added organic material to them and let them rest. We added a last topping of good quality compost and then the fun began!

Those rows are very long! We will need a lot of seed!

For the few days before we planted, anyone who entered the door got put in front of a pile of garlic! Here's the lovely Lorraine peeling away. 

Sara and Stephen didn't escape the chore either. Neither did the neighbour from across the road!

Then it was all systems go. Or rather, down on bended knees and hands in the dirt!
Frans plants on his knees. I like to bend over. Whatever works...

The beds are mounded up to help with drainage.

Each variety of garlic is planted in it's own section. Sometime we forget where we planted what. So I usually draw a mud map and list what we've planted where.

It's done. Now we wait till December!

In the mean time, I have taken some of the last harvest and had a play with creating Black Garlic. Let's just say that the first time you try something and it fails, don't give up. I have now worked out how to do this and have created a by product along the way. It's called Black Garlic Salt!

Black garlic is the result of taking regular white garlic (our organically grown produce in this instance) and applying heat to it in a very controlled environment for a long time. Up to 40 days in fact. It is a Korean 'invention' and is heralded as one of those 'super foods'. Black garlic is loaded with antioxidants and is now finding its way onto many fancy menus around the world. 

The newly processed black garlic can be used in sauces and is delicious in Asian dishes. It tastes a little like sweet balsamic vinegar crossed with liquorice. It is that 5th taste, known as Umami. 

And here it is. Black Garlic Salt. It is delicious sprinkled on roast tomatoes for breakfast, on eggs, on roast potatoes, meat and anything you like! It is fabulous on smashed avocado on a piece of home baked toast, smeared with a fresh garlic clove, drizzeld with a little olive oil. I guess you'd call it "Smashed Avo & Black Garlic  Bruscetta". 

And because I like to see how far I can push a new product, we have smoked some of bulbs with our own apple wood. The smoked garlic cloves are sublime in pasta dishes. The Smoked Garlic Salt is great on fish, chicken and anything you want to add a 'smokey' hit to.


Both products are sold in 40g packets. Chefs can order bulk jars.
 I'm excited that a couple of great restaurants in the district are now using our salt. 
Message me via Facebook or email me if you're interested in trying any of these products.

We took our first offering to the Forrest SoupFest in June. We sold out!

Sara and I made it into the local paper. What fun.

In my never ending quest of reviving old skills, I had a go at preserving olives. Frans was lucky enough to get a few kilograms from a work mate. So I 'Googled' a number of methods and decided on  two. I bought a lovely olive preserving pot in Mildura a few years ago, so I really wanted to use it. I followed the instructions and I now have a batch of olives brining slowly in the spare bedroom cupboard for the next 4 months! Let's just not forget they're there.



I also took some of the olives and slit them and simply salted them with sea salt. They have been shrinking and getting more wrinkly and I think they're about ready to take to the next step. Google. 

I had a birthday a couple of weeks ago. Here is an absolutely awesome present from neighbours Graham and Lorraine. It is a freshly dressed turkey! I cooked it at the bottom of the Rayburn for 24 hours, using all sorts of delicious spices in the stuffing. It smelled like Christmas! 
We have since had turkey soup and there is a whole lot frozen to make turkey pie!

Friends Martyn and Eugenia came to visit and brought with them a bottle of 30 year old Grange. They celebrated their 30th wedding anniversary earlier this year, and it's our 30th in November. So they thought they'd share it with us. What lovely, unselfish friends! And yes, it was fabulous!
We celebrated my birthday lunch at Bespoke Harvest in Forrest. Sara and Stephen surprised us by coming down the night before.
My little brother Lionel came down from Brisbane too! What a treat! (love the photo bomber in the background! That's Emma)
Here we are with Emma Ashton, owner of Bespoke Harvest. It's our favourite restaurant. We're lucky to have such a great venue so close to home!

My 'cake'. A delicious dessert with a yoghurt custard, rhubarb and Persian fairy floss. 

And this is Chef Simon Stewart, the clever young chef who is doing amazing things with local produce. 

Are you still with me??? Sorry about all the pics of moi, but it was my birthday! 
Almost done, I promise!
It was also CWA Exhibition time again for our local Polwarth Group. Last year I was lucky enough to take out the craft and the home industries shields. This year I won the home industries award again. This time it was for my 'Pickled Figs'. I was given the figs by an elderly lady in Colac, and she also gave me a very old recipe to pickle them. 
The judges obviously loved them! They are meant to be eaten at Christmas with the ham or turkey. I've got some stashed away in the pantry for just that occasion!

Fellow branch member Prue Campbell won the shield for the craft section this year. 

Our branch moved from the bottom of the ladder to the very top! We're super proud of ourselves. In the photo from left:
Sara Cashman 1st prize for her Worcestershire Sauce. Mine came second. Damn! Prue Campbell hiding, Poppy Barry at the back. She won the Green Tomato Pickle prize for the THIRD year! She's the queen of pickles for sure! Monica Provan our lovely President. Then at the back we have the amazing Amanda Garner and front right my lovely neighbour Lorraine Seabrook who won 1st place for her wicket mint slice! Frans loves that slice. A well deserved win!

Then last weekend we passed the longest night of the year. 

We sat in front of the fire with a glass or two of red. Ahhh. Life is good.

The night was cold and clear. The moon and stars just rising.


And just when I start getting gloomy about the sad state of the garden, I notice the jonquils have started blooming. In a few weeks the yellow daffodils will be up and we'll feel more cheery on those grey days!

Till next time,
Be safe.
Ami


Tuesday, January 21, 2014

It's all about GARLIC!

Our first market for the year! Birregurra. Our home base. We set up our stall bright and early last Sunday, displaying all the lovely garlic plaits we've been working on for a good week or so. We've been making jams and chutneys too. There is plenty of produce ready to be turned into something tasty at the moment! Not enough hours in the day! 
One of the nicest compliments from a customer was 'this stall looks like a piece of France'. Over the Summer, you'll find us at a few regional markets. Of course we'll be at the Birregurra Sunday Market (2nd Sunday of the month), the Forrest Australia Day Market as well as the Australia Day bash out at the Tarndwarncoort Homestead. From now till the end of the season we'll also be at the Torquay Cowrie Market. Come and say 'hi'!

Our garlic comes in all shapes and sizes, and these are reflected in our plaits. No two are alike. We have around 6 varieties this year. Some are bigger favourites than others. I don't like Glenlarge. It's a miserable bulb... small, pokey little cloves popping out from the sides of the main bulb. But the Italian Purple! Love it! It has taken me two seasons to get my plaits down pat. You have to love Youtube!
Before we even got to the market, we spent many hours in the old shed cleaning and working the bulbs. Old Nala found a comfortable spot right there amongst the garlic scraps! She was quite content being smothered by the dry leaves. Funny thing was, there were no flies around her!
There were however flies everywhere else! This is the down side of Summer! Whoever the person was that invented fly nets... take a bow! Here's Jayne cleaning garlic. It's not the cleanest job. Your eyes start to burn after a couple of hours and the dust gets up your nose! 
After the cleaning, the bulbs get a once over. Do I plait them, bundle them or make them a 'loose' bulb? 
The plaits are lovely. They add a little bit of the Mediterranean to any kitchen. Aesthetics aside, they're practical to have on hand. Simply snip the bulbs off the braid as you need them. Top down please... or your lovely braid will unravel!
Sara came home after we'd harvested the garlic. Here she is with her first plait... Don't worry my dear Sara, there's always next year to keep practising! 

DAIRY VISIT @ the Troughton Farm
Farming is hard work! Don't let anyone tell you otherwise!
On a Saturday afternoon, when most folks were kicking back with a few wines or coldies, we visited our nearby neighbours, Paul and WendyJane. They have a lovely herd of black and white dairy cows, plus a few odd ball colours thrown in here and there. These girls get milked twice a day. No days off. Wake up for the farmers is at an ungodly hour of around 4am. Really?!! I'm still in la la land. Cows don't wait. When they're ready... they're ready!
Farmer Paul

These girls below are waiting their turn! And they're very curious too.
Attaching the cups to the teats is a practised art. WendyJane has this technique in the bag. Or bucket...
Here the cows are leaving the milking shed once they're finished being milked. Sometimes they like to hang around and see what else is happening!
Then it was Sara's turn at attaching the cups. 
Once she'd been shown by WendyJane, she gave it a go on her own. Not too difficult.
Standing between the rows of cows can be hazardous.... there are plenty of body functions taking place at the same time as the cows being milked! Best spot is dead centre of the aisle!
Boo is the farm dog. He's a clever boy. He's an excellent guard dog, and his bark is definitely worse than his bite!
After the milking session, the excess milk gets fed to the calves. Yes, think about it for a minute... To get the cows to give milk, they need to have calves. The female calves are removed from the mothers and hand reared on left over milk. The male calves don't make it. They get sent to the abattoirs for dog meat. 
No matter the species... babies are always cute!

Just like our new chicks....
We were given an incubator by our friends Mark and Viv from Brisbane. We put 16 eggs in it and counted 21 days. Each day we turned the eggs three times (well, some days we forgot, and some days they got 5 turns, but they all evened out eventually) and we took the temperature to make sure we had the dial at the right spot. Much tweaking was made. Sometimes too hot, sometimes too cold. It didn't seem to matter much, as 21 days later, the eggs started cracking and funny wet looking little chicks emerged.
We left the hatchlings in the incubator for the first 24 hours, then we moved them to their new home. A cardboard box with a bright light!
There were a few cuddles to be had, and lots of clucking....





You would think that we would have been old hands at raising day old chicks and ducklings by now.... But we still made the mistake of leaving a dish with water that was slightly too deep in the box and we lost a chick by drowning. The best method of feeding them water is to fill a dish with stones and pouring the water between the stones. That way, the chicks can climb out and not get stuck in the dish. Of the original 16 eggs, we finally ended up with 10 healthy chicks. Cross fingers that most of them are hens.... Or we'll be eating lots of chook in a few weeks!

KITCHEN ACTION
Last year for my birthday, I was given this wonderful canning pressure cooker by my good friend Michelle Steel from Brisbane. We gave it a good whirl with a big batch of apricots. We'll enjoy them with muesli and yoghurt and in crumbles. I'm hanging out for this year's apples... Lots of canning coming up.

The veggie garden is doing well. We are picking lots of herbs, spinach, beetroot, salad leaves and shallots. We're waiting for the carrots. But more importantly.. where are the tomatoes! I planted all my tomatoes on Grand Final Day. For those who have forgotten, that event is in September! I'm still to see a red tomato anywhere in the garden. Our season is very late this year. We're also just starting to pick our zucchinis, but still waiting for the eggplant and capsicums. We wait patiently...
The large white flowers in the bed above are carrot flowers. I'm letting them go to seed so I have my next supply of seeds.
The same story goes for the silver beet hanging untidily over the right bed edge and the dill flowers. Sometimes I get impatient and want to tidy up, but I know I'm compromising my seed stock if I do. Patience is definitely a game to be learned when growing food!
Nasturtiums. I love their bright colours. And they're a great addition to any salad. I throw in the flowers and the leaves. All edible and deliciously peppery.
Sadly, the peas came to an end a couple of weeks ago. We'd been enjoying them podded raw and thrown into our salads. I've collected the last few and they've gone into the freezer for a later date. A few stray broad beans made it into the mix too. Did I mention before how delicious Broad Bean soup is? I'll post a recipe next time!
Our egg supply has been a little light on for the past few weeks. Granny Pat discovered why. One of the chooks has made a nest in the centre of a Cyprus Pine near the bottom paddock gate. 
Mother chicken hops off her eggs occasionally to get a bite to eat, and then she returns for another session of 'sitting'.
We're not exactly sure when she started sitting on her eggs. We probably didn't miss her in the nightly count, and she's probably been in the tree for a while. We did have a wild thunder storm last week and we hope the eggs won't 'turn'. This can happen when there's a lot of loud thunder and lightning about. Don't ask me how.. but it's true. Exploding eggs... been there... smelt that!
We had a week of horrific temperatures. Four days straight of the mercury racing above 40 degrees. Thank goodness we have a pool. It may be old and not so pretty... but it was cold, clean and refreshing.
Poor Gus the Lab, found cool comfort in the leak beside one of our water tanks. He'd plop himself in the water puddle and stay there for a while.

If you're around the region on Australia Day, there is a great event happening at Tarndi. We'll be there with our tasty goodies!
And Andre' and Jayne will be taking our stall to the event in Forrest.
Have a wonderful long weekend. Enjoy you day wherever you may find yourself!