A Change of Season

No I have not abandoned the blog, gone to tweetworld or suffering from alcoholic amnesia; just a bad case of Telstranitis.
While this temporary hiatus has been holding me back from pestering you here, it seems that more and more people are reading when I am not posting so there could be a lesson in it?
But thanks for your concern; all is better now with a new electric wireless thingie that lets you use my bandwidth while parked on the Cape Otway Road.

Almost as soon as I turn my back summer has slipped away and we have glorious autumnal days with cool dew filled mornings full of ripe surprises in the garden.

In the month since I have updated the site the garden has reached a screaming crescendo...

Why don’t we see Tomatillo in the markets? We have about a ton coming into full ripeness all self sown with a flavour that puts a smile on even the most experienced foodie[see later] .

Nectarines with cardamom, peaches in saffron syrup, figs in verbena yuzu cordial have been giving the stove and preserving pan a good seeing to. The salad garden is a riot of samphire, mustard greens, cos, purslane all rushing into a seedy surge of frenzy. [gardeners amongst you will dig it]

Classes have started with a bang, the tomatoes are screaming “ pick me! pickle me! dry me! sauce me now!!!

While the olives are scaring me with a later than planned ripening. I am negotiating a deal with them that if they ripen before we go on holidays [Its not Constantinople] they will get a new fusti for the oil.

But flavour of the week has been Garlic duck fat and Blood!





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