bookishness · craftiness · remembering / musing

In the frame – a stranger’s memories

Being fifty-something doesn’t mean I get it right every time. Quite the opposite. And because I’m wiser (with age, of course) I’m more aware when I get it wrong. Always after the fact. Obviously, I should have asked for help (or joined a support group) on this one earlier. Much earlier. Here’s how it unfolded.… Continue reading In the frame – a stranger’s memories

decorating / homefront · downsizing · it's all about me

Falling in love with our house. ALL over again.

Being fifty-something, I should have my feelings more under control. But I haven’t. I am fickle. When we bought our current home more than 12 years ago, I fell in love at first sight. This grand old dame had me at “verandah”. We settled in fast, devising a ten-year plan to boost our investment in… Continue reading Falling in love with our house. ALL over again.

kitchen capers · out and about · shopping / or not

Cheers and chioggia … Geelong Makers and Growers Market

Being fifty-something, I’m thinking more and more about where my food is grown, how it’s grown and what happens to it on its way to our fridge.

We’ve been exploring farmers markets and loving what we see … and taste!

On Sunday we ventured to the new Geelong Makers and Growers Market in the grounds of historic Osborne House at North Geelong.

What a setting! Even on a chilly, blustery morning, the grass-carpeted locale overlooking Corio Bay was spectacular.

This market is in its infancy. We caught up with it at its third ever outing and had been warned that stallholder numbers were in growth phase. Despite being deep in winter-dom there were a dozen or so stalls and a throng of resilient, rugged-up stallkeepers holding their cheer.

Some familiar faces. Some brand-new-to-us crafters and growers.

We were delighted to find an old favourite La Bassine, a Surf Coast maker of preserves. After much tasting to split our love-it-lots and must-haves we settled on Pear and Vanilla Jam and Fig and Orange Jam. Lip-smacking!

Over at the Spring Creek Organics stall we found all sorts of new delights. There were multi-coloured heirloom carrots – of interest to me who’d been reading about how all carrots were purple until we (yes, people) developed the aesthetically appealing orange variety, the ones readily available in supermarkets.

We chose a huge bag of mixed carrots, big and small, orange, purple and yellow, some broken, some whole. I couldn’t resist the leeks – much more inviting than the straggly, skinny few that I seem to resort to at the supermarket.

Then I discovered chioggia beets. I initially thought these were radishes on steroids.

The stallholder explained exactly what they were (from the beetroot family) and sliced one open to show me the pretty red and white rings inside. He carved off a slice and offered a taste. He wasn’t surprised one bit when I was surprised by the sweetness. He explained how to use/cook with chioggia beets. I was hooked.

That’s what I love about these markets … interacting with the growers and growing my food knowledge.

I have a whole new veggie vocabulary happening.

Old dog. New tricks.

We ended up with quite a stash of fresh tucker including a brown paper bag-full of organic spuds, free range eggs and some lemon relish made by the lovely ladies on the Daffodil Day Stall.

The spuds and leeks went straight into the slow cooker (Potato and Leek Soup for dinner and then lunch).

We roasted off more spuds and a third of the carrots, drizzled in olive oil and fresh herbs from the garden in a side dish that even Jamie Oliver would be chuffed about.

Organic and seasonal really does taste incredibly better! It’s worth paying that little bit more for.

Tomorrow night’s dinner will be framed around Chioggia Beet Fries (and possibly roasted mini pumpkins – another first for us). I found this my-kind-of recipe over here:

Chioggia Beet Fries (serves three)

5-7 medium sized Chioggia beets, peeled and cut into 1/4″ matchsticks

1 Tblsp coconut oil, melted

pinch of sea salt

Preheat the oven to 375°. Place the beets into a bowl and toss with melted coconut oil and a pinch of sea salt. Place on a pre-greased baking sheet and bake for 20-30 minutes, turning once or twice to ensure even cooking. Serve in place of potato fries with a burger and side salad.

It’s a tad presumptuous of me to post the recipe BEFORE I try it, but it looks so simple. (What could possibly go wrong?)

If you’re in or around Geelong, I can recommend a visit to the Geelong Makers and Growers Market, held every third Sunday of the month, from 9am to 1pm, at Osborne House, North Geelong.

I’m confident this market will grow and grow, helping fill the calendar of Geelong markets so we can readily shop fresh, seasonal, organic and direct every week. I predict that by summer, this market will be pumping.

The more we support these initiatives, the faster they’ll grow.

Cheers and Chioggia to you.

it's all about me

Incubating the nest egg. My way.

Being fifty-something, I’m keeping an eye trained on our nest egg. Not in an obsessive-check-the-balance-daily kind of way. (I’d have driven myself spare during the GFC.) My effort is more a cursory-steady-as-she-goes-nothing-to-see-here-folks-side-glance. In fact, it’s a lot like denial. The economic climate hasn’t been kind to we superannuation holders of late. It’s daunting (and disempowering)… Continue reading Incubating the nest egg. My way.

craftiness · decorating / homefront · it's all about me

Be careful what you wish for (a cautionary tale of upcycling)

Being fifty-something, you’d think I’d have learnt to keep my big mouth shut. When I went public on this Nothing Like a Candle in the Wind blogpost about my fetish for Fowlers Vacola jars, I should have known I’d get more than I bargained for. And so it was. My sister K responded with an… Continue reading Be careful what you wish for (a cautionary tale of upcycling)

it's all about me · out and about · remembering / musing

Roadtrip to a funeral (or Tour of Cool 2012)

Being fifty-something, I’ve enjoyed many roadtrips. When you’re married to a professional driver who loves the road you tend to drive the sorts of distances others fly. When I was growing up, our family took annual roadtrips to “the country” to visit our grandparents, uncles/aunts and cousins. This week my three sisters and I took… Continue reading Roadtrip to a funeral (or Tour of Cool 2012)