Picked the first pumpkin of the season today. Pumpkins are wild in my garden. These Japs plant themselves every year, rambling over fences and down…
The first of the new season apples have just arrived at our local Farmers Market, coming down from the Tablelands (within our 160 km range as the crow flies), and there are still some late season peaches too, so just for a few weeks the seasons overlap.
After floods followed by heat wave, my garden has practically no leafy greens in it. But that’s ok. Summer salads need more crunch and cool than leaf-based salads anyway. This is one of my favourite summer salads, great with anything on a barbeque.
I germinate everything in the shadehouse this time of year. Big seeds like beans and zucchini, I plant straight into individual pots. But small seeds like the leafy greens are all planted in a mixture of sand and mowed cow pats then transplanted at the two leaf stage into individual pots.
Super simple, and very yummy on sourdough with tomato and black pepper.
Banana season peaks in February in this part of the world (northern NSW).
I’m planting carrots, parsnips, spring onions, and beetroot, all by my standard method. The floods really knocked all my root crops around so I’m keen to get a new round in. However my main job this week is to refresh the strawberry patch.
I have been mulling over which of my food hates to target this year. It’s not an easy decision. I have a few of them. It’s not that I am a purist – hey I’m a great believer in fairy floss at a fete and I’ve even been known to stop at McDonalds for coffee at 6 am. But industrialised fake food deceptively marketed as real food sets me off on…
I’m picking sweet corn in my garden at the moment, and even if you aren’t growing it, you should be able to find it in season at your local Farmers’ Market. This is my favourite breakfast at the moment.
We celebrated New Year’s Eve at a barbeque with neighbours. It’s one of the things I love about living in a functioning community – socialising within walking distance. I could go on about greenhouse footprints but really it’s enough that I can drink half a bottle of red wine and wander home in the starlight wishing happy New Year to the owlet nightjar that lives on the way!