5am Monday 6 August 2012-08-06
I have woken early with the feeling I am getting a cold so I have broken out the Vicks and thought I might spend the time before the household wakes catching up with emails and the weekly menu planning.
Food at the moment is ruled by what is in the freezer. I am trying to get to the bottom of the old chest freezer in the barn which is sucking the power. There really isn’t much left but it is always the things that one is sick of that linger in the bottom. There are only so many beef casseroles one can eat in a week and then the rest goes back into the freezer to be used as pie filling, which just seems to make the problem linger longer.
Busy weekend which is unusual. Yesterday we had lunch with a nephew of the husband. He and his charming wife live on 11 acres in Whitford and we have been meaning to see how their project was advancing. We all moved to the country at about the same time and when we meet at family do’s our conversations are punctuated with the problems of the small life ‘styler’ and the issues around drainage and vegetable gardens.
Sally greeted us with the most superb lemon muffins and lots of farming talk. I was so impressed by her huge vegetable garden and the size of the vegetables. She tells me that the secret is in the horse manure and saving the best seed from the year before. I have been hesitant to use it as the risk of weed in a raised garden is too great but looking at her progress in such a short time I think I am prepared to take the risk. Sally’s calendular are the size of dinner plates and her cavolo nero is as high as an elephants eye.
I was inspired and really want to extend the garden with the help of the next door neighbour and a little boundary alteration. M has agreed to the moving of the fence and now a plan needs to be formed.
The visit to Whitford was followed by a visit to a friend who was celebrating his 50 birthday; before pick up the grand-daughter later in the afternoon. It was nice to catch up with old friends and enjoy a wonderful antipasti spread with a glass o champagne. The antipasti idea was a great one and there were platters brimming with wonderful cheeses and other goodies. I think this approach made for a very relaxed hostess and very happy guests. It was some-what amusing when the host launched his little remote helicopter which promptly flew onto the roof and a small child had to be hoisted on top of shoulders to retrieve it.
Sunday dinner is always something easy so it was cauliflower/macaroni cheese which is always a winner in our house. I had read that by adding cauliflower to the macaroni you could cut the calorie count by a third. Add a large teaspoon of Dijon mustard to the cheese sauce for extra oomph.