Fresh blood?
Let me dispel the myth
February 15, 2010
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An endive, dying a little in order to live a lot
Early last week I invited some of my lady posse over for dinner on Saturday. In the spirit of more is more, if only under less auspicious circumstances, I called upon this constellation of girls because not all of them had met, and I titled my invite, Fresh Blood.
Would you believe that every single one of those ladies arrived thinking that there was actually going to be a blood ritual at dinner? Not amplifying.
At the very least they came expecting a performance, or some blood in the food. Meat, maybe? Dang witches all got their noggins a-crankin’ that I would dish them up a challenging, blood-related evening, and they showed up behaving thusly. By the wee hours, one of ‘em had to be forcibly dragged out by her feet!
Way to rock the house, Ladies! I’m openly gloating that you hold my potential for visceral impact in such high esteem, but it’s time I dispel this myth. Fresh blood just means I invited new folk for you to meet.
Behave.
Let’s do it again real soon, K?!
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Working your land
with a heavy hand
February 9, 2010
some things never change…
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Thank you Fourmilab.
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Dang I can’t wait for my permaculture class to start up again. Just two more nights.
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Slim Pickins winter salad
Heq yeah, we’re hardy!
January 21, 2010
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But not completely; like gardener, like garden.
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January demonstration of rocket hardiness.
While I was back in Northern California complaining that no one heats their homes, here in the Polar Circle the canals had frozen thick. We’d had night frost since the end of November, and until last Sunday this garden was covered with snow, some of it a month old. But a surprising amount of edible permaculture was revealed in the thaw! What better way to rejoice than with a Winter Salad Celebration at the Slim Pickins Garden Restaurant, this Sunday.
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Seasonally fresh, right here, right now.
Rocket, curly leaf parsley, mizuna lettuce, fennel, and if it weren’t for my boundless generosity towards the Bird Community in and around Amsterdam Central Station, there could have been abundant broccoli, cavalo nero, and kale. I’ve made a New Year’s resolution to become more aggressive towards birds since I have discovered that they’re not nearly as community-minded as they make themselves out to be.
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Thrive little greens, that we may celebrate your winter hardiness, shredded into our salad!
The demonstration garden has proven once again that you can grow and harvest leafy greens in the open ground, in the Polar Circle, all year long. Slim Pickins garden restaurant is open for reservations this Sunday. Bring warm blankets, it’s going to be absolutely freezing, if not bitterly cold.
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A garden accident involving one of the beds revealed sub-terranean worm eggs. Or slug eggs. If they’re slug eggs, the Bird Community is cordially invited to tuck in. Otherwise, ‘Birds, back the EFF OFF my Worm Community!’
Sunday, January 24th, 2010:
Late-ish lunch menu-fixe for 4 ppl:
- freshly plucked winter salad, dressed in situ with
*meyer lemon and
**olive oil
* - hand plucked and ferally transported from the ancestral home in California
** - hand plucked, pressed, and ferally transported from the permaculture farm of Annelieke vd Sluis in Meló, Portugal
- cockle-warming home made kimchi-kidney bean soup
- meyer lemon water kefir
- something cockle-warming involving vodka
Reserve now, Slim Pickins seats only 4 ppl! Children permitted if they don’t complain (at all) or trample anything.
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Chef is not above stealing/recovering a partially frozen endive from the neighbours.
Slim Pickins is an outdoor, micro-eatery situated on the edge of a raised bed, in an urban kitchen garden, serving amuses gueules from whatever the tiny garden has to offer, even and especially when that’s not very much. Occasionally open, rain or shine.
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