When good salami happens to bad people
March 13, 2006
You know how you sometimes get a song in your brain that has absolutely no reason being there?
‘Jesus is just all right, Oh yeah.’
Well, I’m just glad I wasn’t responsible for naming this Languedocian kilo of pork product as big as your head.
Dang the Salaison de Chateauneuf de Randon! In a time of (staging) the torching of embassies, this seems to me a rather subversive name for a salami.
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do.
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do.
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do.
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do.
On the bright side, the Netherlands has shrugged off the shackles of right-wing popular support. Lordee!
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Soy vey is mir
March 6, 2006
Dang birds, eating my beans! If you’re going to kill a sprouting soy bean plant, the least you could do is eat the whole bean. Note to self: Next time make a scarecrow.
Tomorrow I return to the Netherlands. Hope the snows will have cleared…
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Note to self: alfalfa, mustard, buckwheat, red night kidney, adzuki, soy, soy, soy
March 2, 2006
This is the planting order when facing the lower allotment. The acronym is AMBRASSS, which could stand for the the English embarass, if the cover crops once again fail to thrive. If the cover crops survive my handling and the weather, I can pronounce the acronym in French as in je t’embrace, which translates into a summer garden cocktail party with homegrown edamame as the cameo snack.
Note to self: I Innoculated the mustard seeds with dirt to form broadcastable seed pills. Narrowcasting is a more accurate description of what actually took place. Hopefully the mixing action didn’t disturb the sprouted seed too much.
First irrigation run goes awry. Lowered irrigation pipe, made a huge mess of the footpath.
Digital photo of author drinking soup in KvR’s new shed
It appears that I’m the first guest in Ktje’s new cabane. JT remarked that we’ve started to dress like the ‘Turnip Ladies’ in a fairy tale and excepting the fact that neither one of us has actually grown a turnip, it’s hard to disagree. For fun, we’re going to wash and wear urban clothing for dinner from now on. Starting tomorrow.
Each day the gents come to marvel at what seems to them to be a unique form of gardening. Today’s crowd got a buckwheat sowing performance and a taste of buckwheat sprouts. I tried explaining that I was growing buckwheat (and alfalfa, mustard…) to improve soil condition by fixing nitrates and increasing the organic matter in my soil, but this didn’t translate very well. In fact it didn’t translate at all. Trick is to leave the explaining to Sidi AlGouche, the allotment’s alpha male.
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