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It’s mid-Autumn here in Sydney, but you wouldn’t know it from the glorious sunny days we’ve been having. Not too hot, not too cold, it’s a “just right” time of year.

The garden is certainly thriving under these conditions, although we’ve been a little short on time and energy to tend to it these past couple of months.  But that’s ok – we’ve never been stressed out by garden chores – we simply do whatever we can, when we can.

Thankfully, the four tromboncinos we planted last year are still producing, which means there’s always something green in the vegetable crisper drawer. The plants have now scrambled out of their original bed into two others, climbing over the fence and the neighbouring camellia trees in the process…

They keep producing babies, and we keep pollinating them…

We collected seed from our last crop of Little Gem lettuces, but found that they grew into regular cos when planted. Not that it’s a problem, as these cos seem particularly sweet and tender…

Sage, which we’ve always struggled so hard to grow, seems to have come into its own this year. It likes being in a bed far more than in the herb garden – it obviously needs more water than oregano and rosemary…

Eggplants are a staple in the garden – they always seem to do well here, although their capsicum and tomato relatives struggle…

It wouldn’t be a garden update without a photo of our perennial leeks – the babies are growing like grass, and whenever we get the energy up, we transplant them into the beds to fatten up…

…like this…

The new lemongrass plant is going gangbusters – our neighbour Nic comes over to harvest leaves for her weaving projects…

 We have lots of lovely lemons on our tree, but none of them seem to be turning yellow…

As you know, we don’t have much luck with tomatoes in the garden. We don’t plant them, but will occasionally let the self-sown ones grow – hopefully this one won’t succumb to wilt as the others have…

Most of our basil plants have now gone to seed now, except for this little one that’s still producing leaves for our kitchen…

A late planted zucchini patch – Black Jacks this time – is keeping us in fruit.  The Lebanese zucchinis were very nice, but these darker skinned ones are our favourites…

At the end of last year, lovely Jo from Queensland gifted me with comfrey and arrowroot tubers, both of which are growing well in our garden. The comfrey will hopefully provide us with  mulch, but it also has medicinal uses…

..and the arrowroot has taken off!  Look at what a beautiful, tropical looking plant it is! We’re planning to use it as a shade plant around the garden…

Apparently you can eat the tubers of the arrowroot, so we dug one up to try (with a little imagination I can see how it got its name).  We peeled it and soaked it and baked it tossed in oil and salt. Sadly, nobody liked it – it tasted a bit swede like, only not nearly as nice. I wonder if it might be good in a soup?

Jo emailed me recently to say that she had heaps of arrowroot and comfrey tubers to give away to fellow Aussie gardeners – you would need to send her a self-addressed pre-paid parcel post envelope.  If you’re interested, please leave a comment below and I’ll put you in touch with her.

A photo of this morning’s pickings…

How’s your garden looking this month?

Having made an initial attempt at lardy cakes, I felt confident enough to try baking a batch for our friend Matthew (aka “The Hot Pom”).

This time I made a double batch (using our homemade lard which had been stashed in the freezer), and shaped one batch into a round, and the other into two smaller loaves…

To try and overcome the problem I’d had with burnt fruit on the first loaf, I only spread the currants and raisins over the bottom half of the dough prior to rolling, and then carefully slashed through just the unfruited layers before baking. A few currants still poked their way through, but most were safely contained within the dough…

I also attempted baking the dough in loaf tins – on the thinking that no-one really needs to eat an entire 1.3kg lardy cake in a single sitting. The shaping was much easier this time – I simply cut the rolled dough in half and plonked each portion into a lined loaf tin.  As an afterthought, I gave the top of the dough a shallow slash before baking…

The pooled syrup at the bottom of the loaves set into a hard chewy toffee. We inverted the loaves and used our mini blowtorch to re-melt the caramel – in future we’ll cool the loaves upside down on a wire rack, which should allow the syrup to soak into the crumb.

I was so pleased with how the loaves turned out – look at all the lovely swirly layers!

The proof of the pudding, as they say, is in the eating. Although for me, the giggle of sheer joy and excitement that emanated from The Hot Pom as he unwrapped the lardy cakes was enough!

♥ Making kale chips with my lovely neighbour Liz ♥

We sat in her airy, light-filled kitchen, stripping kale and tossing it in oil and salt prior to baking. All while her incredibly gorgeous one-month old slept nearby…

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♥ Eating homemade ful medames for breakfast ♥

After soaking the fava beans overnight, they then needed nearly an hour in the pressure cooker to soften up.  Here’s the recipe I adapted my version from. And it’s aptly named, because it kept me full until lunch…

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♥ An sms conversation with our forever friend PeteA ♥

There was so much gentle affection in this exchange that I thought I’d share it with you (my replies are in blue) – it’s a reflection of decades of close friendship…

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♥ My very first pedicure, with Tiny Terri ♥

I was quite nervous, but she sat next to me and held my hand…

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Little moments of joy like these punctuate our days – they’re the commas, fullstops and exclamation marks that allow us to pause, breathe and continue on with fresh eyes and a rejuvenated spirit.

Wishing you all a very happy weekend, filled with many little moments of joy! ♥

Costco is a relatively new phenomenon here in Australia.

It’s an unusual concept for us Aussies – a $60 annual membership fee needs to be paid before the customer is even allowed to walk into the store. The Australian website offers very little information about the items for sale, nor any prices or advertising.

So it’s understandable that we’ve baulked at paying the membership fee for so long. Given that we try not to buy packaged or processed food, it was hard to see how we’d recoup our investment over twelve months.

It wasn’t until Davey mentioned the Taylor’s port that I decided it was worth the punt. I’m a collector of Portuguese vintage port from way back, and the last time I saw a bottle of Taylor’s Quinta de Vargellas, it had an $84 price tag on it.  So when Dave mentioned that the 2001 was on sale at Costco for $39.99, the lure was just too great. My very first purchase after joining up was six bottles of this fine drop…

The wine department at Costco is small but impressive. There were very reasonably priced Champagnes, including their Kirklands house label, made for them by Dom Perignon, no less (and selling for around $30/bottle)…

There were oodles of books…

…high stacked aisles of bulk groceries…

…flat screen televisions, computers, expensive cameras, gaming consoles, Lego…

…KitchenAid food processors, crockery, storage containers, power tools, fresh fruit and vegetables, meat, loads of seafood…

…shoes, handbags, clothes, jewellery, underwear, crystal glassware and ornaments…the list goes on…

We’ve decided that the $60 annual membership is, at least for us, very good value – we were able to recover our investment on the first purchase. It’s obviously not going to suit everyone, and if you’re primarily joining to buy groceries, then you’ll need quite a lot of storage space to make it worthwhile.

However, there are other areas which might appeal – Costco offers discounted tyres, which you can have fitted while you shop, as well as Optical and Hearing Aid departments.  I was chatting to the salesman in the wine section, and he told me about a couple who had been in the previous week. They’d flown in from the Cook Islands, taken a taxi from the airport to Costco and joined up. Then the wife had purchased (and had fitted) a $2000 hearing aid. The husband claimed that they’d been quoted $12,000 for the same hearing aid back home!

I’m sure my American friends will be laughing at me for blogging about Costco, but it was all very exciting!  Tell me, are you a member, and if so, what do you buy there?

Our girls have stopped laying.

They’re now nearly three and a half years old, and we get just the occasional egg from them these days.  And to be fair, they did lay daily for two and a half years – that’s over 900 eggs each. I haven’t produced nearly that many during my lifetime.

But…the eggs are important.  The chooks aren’t pets, after all, they’re livestock.  If they’re no longer producing, then it’s time to stop feeding them and get some new ones in.  If we’re going to operate with some pretense of partial self-sufficiency, then there’s no room for sentimentality.

Wouldn’t you agree, Rosemary?

Sigh.

I guess we always knew that it was never going to happen.  Our remaining four girls – Rosemary, Harriet, Bertie and Francesca – are all ridiculously robust, especially for old chooks who are now barely laying.

Pete and I discussed the issue at length and in the end, we decided that the girls have earned their retirement. They’ve worked long and hard for us – laying eggs, rotovating the soil, picking out all the tiny bulbs of oxalis and eating the snails.  We’ve come to know each of them by both appearance and personality, and would miss them terribly if they were gone.

So the current plan is this – when we lose the next hen and we’re down to just three, we’ll get some more. There’s plenty of room in the dome, and lovely Linda has given us tips on how to introduce new chooks to the flock.  It will be a rough couple of weeks, but hopefully it won’t take too long for the new girls to settle in.

In the meantime, we’ll make do with the few eggs that we’re collecting. I guess if things get really dire, I’ll have to buy eggs for the first time in three years, and that’s not something I’m looking forward to. But the alternative, which is to get rid of our old girls, just isn’t an option for us.

Do you have backyard chooks? If so, I’d love to know what you did when your girls stopped laying. Whatever you decided, you won’t get any judgment from us – we know how difficult the decision can be!