This Paul Kelly song floats round and round in my head on a regular basis. It’s a song about an Aboriginal rights campaigner and tells a very moving story. It also aptly describes my garden. And my children. And pretty much everything that grows. Handy, that.
Do you remember back in June we planted a little garden in our tiny courtyard? This is what we started with:
And this is how it looked last week.
It’s a little more denuded now as we’ve been eating the spinach, cavolo nero (tuscan black kale) and swiss chard with gusto the last month or so.
It almost hurt me to harvest this magnificent thing:
Among our favourite dishes was a delicious crustless silverbeet, pine nut and olive pie. It was immensely satisfying to be able to use both our own silver beet and our own olives. Made me feel very Alice Waters indeed. It looked something like this:
I say “something” because this is actually a photo of the photo in the recipe book. Mine didn’t look quite so appetising but by golly gosh it tasted delish.
The STRANGEST thing happened with the pine nuts. The ones we used were very small and young and Andrew commented, before I toasted them, on how “piney” they tasted. For a full week afterwards, EVERYTHING we ate or drank left a strong bitter aftertaste. It was horrible! Andrew contacted Dr Google and he told us that no, thankfully we didn’t have diabetes, but rather it was an effect of the resin in the young pine kernels. Cheeky little pine kernels.
Just before I go, did you know that large spinach leaves make excellent shelters from the rain?
Well, you might have known that, but I’m tipping you had no idea they could be used as semaphore flags to guide light aircraft in.
Who else out there is cooking from a kitchen garden or guiding light planes in with leafy greens at the moment? Any lovely recipes (or safe landing tips) to share?