We are still picking raspberries. My God. Still. I need a scale to weigh just how many kilos of raspberries we’ve picked. A bloody lot. Raspberries, berries in general do not travel well and by the time the bucket is full and the berries are rinsed they are pretty much mush. Which makes good fruit leather and that is what we have been making.
Note to self: Wax paper is not a good substitute for a fruit leather tray in the dehydrator.
Second note to self: purchase additional fruit leather trays.
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Tags: apricots, cherries, chutney, cows, currants, gardening, pumpkins, raspberries
Our affiliations with food fascinate me. What we eat, when we eat, how we choose it, historically and on an individual basis are all things that I (pardon the pun) am hungry to learn.
I do not eat very much. It’s not a diet or weight thing, I certainly eat when I am hungry I just am so darn busy that I don’t have opportunity to eat a whole lot. Apparently this is a common theme among those who work with the land. This weekend I had the opportunity to chat with one of my favorite local farmers, at a music festival of all places, and apparently his primary diet in the summer is beer! Ha! Read the rest of this entry »
This is quite frankly brilliant. If I had a cell phone my problems of finding local food where ever we find our selves would be over.
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Magic happened at the Folk Festival several times this weekend on small stages and cramped conditions.
One such instance was to take place on Stage Three Friday afternoon during a workshop where Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova of The Swell Season were playing with Robin Holcomb and http://www.joehenrylovesyoumadly.com. The theme seemed to be that each artist would play a song and the others would join in if they could. Near then end of the workshop it was Glen’s turn. With absolute grace and professionalism Glen led the group in a cover tune. Read the rest of this entry »
Sometimes I feel like I live a double life and I suppose in some respects I do. There is one side that lives with simplicity and humility in this tiny trailer, in the open air, sweating my ass off in the heat, picking, weeding, building and doing what I do largely alone. And then there is this other side that hits the road (often randomly) to discover live music, large crowds, adventure and experience at every opportunity – I still don’t like movie theatres. This weekend I was to be found in Calgary (of all places) at a Folk Festival. Did you know the Calgary Folk Fest is over 30 years old? Holy Crap. I had no idea. I am rather in the dark about these things sometimes. Read the rest of this entry »
I wrote this after a workshop in which the above mentioned looked absolutely wretched, miserable and to be honest near tears. My heart went out to the soulful honest fellow though I didn’t have the bravery to give it to him. I hope he likes it should I get the guts. Read the rest of this entry »