Wednesday, March 9, 2011
I was probably born into the wrong family. Line me up against my three siblings and I’m the odd-one-out weirdo. I know that everyone thinks this and it is openly acknowledged via conversational blunders. I’m the Left-Winged, Knitting, Steiner-Friendly, Hippy. None of this matters and to be frank, I enjoy inducing family eye-rolls, bemused to be labelled ‘eccentric’.
I am telling you all this, because I have noticed some changes in my thinking in the last years that have nothing to do with my upbringing or family influence. They have everything to do with gut instinct. With the exception for a preference for, ahem, extravagant yarn, I am noticing that my tastes are all about the simple. While one of my brothers prefers life with state-of-the-art, size-of-a-footy-pitch TV, we’re still running dinky analogue around here. We haven’t hauled ourselves into the modern televisual world because I haven’t found one left by the side of the road that is small enough and I can’t be bothered visiting horrid department stores and feigning interest.
I performed a couple of (entirely elegant) celebratory cartwheels, when Jodi announced my giveaway win of the book by Arabella Forge, Frugavore. For someone attracted to a ‘simple’ life, a book that helps me provide nourishing, locally grown (or from our garden) food for my family – food that does not compromise on quality, is mindful of food miles, the budget and wastes nothing... well that is a book that preaches to this converted.
No longer do I purchase chook thighs but rather the whole kit and kaboodle and that entire kit and kaboodle is put to use. My kids can smell the chicken stock simmering from a mile off and even the eldest with attitude comes over excitable over a taste test. There is such a pleasure to be found in the use of everything, the waste of nothing – and with a bit of imagination, a whole chook feeding a family two meals and school lunches.
The Mr has been signed up to keeping slightly livelier chooks for a long time and Arabella may be tipping the scales in his favour. We’re scheduled in for chookminding the school flock first. As the Mr bides his time, he has his nose in Frugavore consulting the compost and gardening section, between venturing outside to sing to his ripening tomatoes (or whatever it is he does).
Whether it’s to consult the recipe section or the eco-friendly cleaning section or learning about excitables such as tumbler bin composting, Frugavore has already provided inspiration in small changes and planned bigger ones around here.
As I have been typing, the Mr has been up a ladder, apple picking.
He has heaped laundry baskets full of them and I have the perfect excuse to ignore the washing today.
Instead we’ll be concentrating on cooking up this crop. There may be a grovelling email to this Lovely to request the scrumptious, made-up-as-she-went-along recipe for apple jam. There’s apple sauce and crumbles to be made and anything else we can come up with...
AN IMPORTANT POSTCRIPT
Damn, you lot are so FABULOUS. You commenty types, you who let on to not one eye-roll at my last post — THANK YOU. Not for not eye-rolling but for offering encouragement and ‘hang-in-there’s’ and useful suggestions involving vino. Saved the day, you did...