So except for the coffee…
July 26, 2005
You may have noticed that culiblog has entered holiday mode. Hopefully this will all end soon. Profound apologia for the die-hards, but it’s summer and all I want is homegrown. Please just go outside.
Here in Occitania, most of our food doesn’t even make it the fridge before we’ve brushed the dirt off the roots and gobbled it up. Breakfast happens during the morning’s water & weed and consists of cherry tomatoes, blackberries and baby courgettinissimi. Raw sheep’s cheeses from the market, either very young or very old are our favourites and the saltiest dried ham compliment our salad at lunch. We have decided that we like all of our lettuces pure, not mixed. They’re so sweet and full of flavour when you grow them yourself.
Except for the coffee, tea and peanut butter (you can take the girl out of California, but you can’t take the California out of the girl), we’re easily eating food grown within 5 kilometres of where we live. Yes, including the wine.
Now if we could just say that about our cosmetics. Please send black nail varnish.
images from l to r: today’s harvest to be eaten at lunch, my garden (which changes every single day)
New improvements to my kitchen garden include sprouting jalapeños, rocket, radishes (18 jours!), more lettuces, brock, mache, and many inherited plants. I have cleared the weeds, introduced my own herb weeds alongside the waterways, and that cabane you see to the right (in the ‘my garden’ shot) will soon be placed on the northernmost bit of my land.
images from l to r: watercress growing in the canal, the author as a shadow of her former self in peppermint growing on the embankment.
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