What we're eating right now...







Over the years I've realised that some vegetables grow really well in my garden, and others, not so much.  I'm not sure why, perhaps it's the soil, the amount of sunlight, the axis of the moon, or maybe a combination of a lot of things.   Brassicas, garlic, rhubarb and kale all seem to thrive, but I've never managed to grow carrots very well.  And English spinach, whether seed or seedling, it doesn't like it here at all. Despite many attempts, year after year.  Which is a shame because it's a favourite.

Now beetroot, thankfully is on the winning side.  That I can grow.  Which is a good thing because it's also one of my favourite vegetables.   This time of year we have a great crop growing and the green tops take over where spinach fails and the roots are roasted and turned into salads or a spicy dip. 

But I reckon the best way to eat them is this roasted beetroot soup.  This is a super easy recipe, eaten hot unlike it's Eastern European cousin borscht.  We serve this with a perfectly soft boiled egg, a fair dollop of yoghurt or sometimes crumbled goats cheese.  Then finished with some snipped chives from the garden.  I would use dill but sadly, that's on the "does not grow well" list too. 

Roasted Beetroot Soup

5 or 6 whole beetroot
1 or 2 onions or leeks diced
2 cloves of garlic chopped
1 litre or so of vegetable stock or water
Apple cider vinegar to taste

To serve 
4 soft boiled eggs, peeled
chives or dill or both 
yoghurt or creme fraiche 

Wash the beets and leaving them whole, place in a baking dish then drizzle them with olive oil and salt. Cover the dish tightly with foil and roast in 180 degree oven until tender.   (You could do this when you're using the oven to cook something else, then store the beets in the fridge until you're ready to make soup)

When tender, allow to cool then rub off beet skins with your fingers. (You might like to use gloves because the beets do stain your fingers.)  Dice beets then set aside.

Meanwhile in a saucepan big enough for soup, melt a generous knob of butter over a medium heat and sautee onion for a few minutes until soft then add garlic stir through.  Toss in the beets then add the stock.  Bring to a boil then reduce heat to a simmer and cook for five minutes.   Then remove from heat and blend until super smooth with a stick blender. Taste for seasoning, adding a little splash of vinegar and salt and pepper. 

Ladle soup into bowls, break a boiled egg in half and add to the bowl, and a generous dollop of yoghurt and then the herbs.  


I thought I might start sharing a few recipes based on what's growing in the garden.  What we're eating right now. This is the first one. 



Celebrating seven

This week my baby turned seven. Oh my.   We celebrated Hugo style, by pitching a tent in the backyard and inviting a few friends over for a boys own adventure party.

There was a bonfire to cook twist stick bread, hot dogs, a campfire cake and plenty of wrestling in the tent. The boys were given little swagman bundles filled with a torch, first aid kit, magnifying glass along with a little chocolate for nourishment should those adventurers need an energy boost.  Activities included a hike through the bush, a game of soccer and quite a lot of drawing.  Both with pencils and of glow in the dark swords.

I always feel a little wistful when my children celebrate a birthday, as I remember those little babies and see how quickly they are growing up.    But any feelings of sorrow are quickly forgotten when watching the joy and enthusiasm of one not-so-small boy.

Happy birthday Hugo!

From the hedgerow






I've written before about Tasmania's lovely hedgerows, and in autumn there's always lots to forage.  You'll probably find blackberries, maybe some rose hips, and if you're very lucky, you might find some sloes or damsons.

The one thing you always will find is hawthorn, and at this time of year they are loaded with little red haw berries or haws. The reason they're so plentiful is not only do the bushes have huge thorns, but the haws taste bloody awful. A bitter red skin with a skerrick of white mealy flesh and a rather large pip - which I've read contains arsenic.

I thought there must be some use for this prolific little berry.  I'd heard of people making cordial and jelly out of it, but most people grimace when they mention the flavour.  A little googling revealed that the berry is used in Chinese medicine for heart conditions, and indeed, I had heard stories of the cordial being good for heart palpitations and even of a bloke who avoided a triple by-bass by dosing up on his own hawthorn tonic.

While all this information was interesting, I was kind of hoping to make something a little more useful and appealing to my family, when I stumbled on a recipe for haw-sin sauce, a foragers' take on that chinese condiment hoisin sauce.  Now that was a recipe worth trying.

It's remarkable what a little vinegar and sugar can do.  I can report the result is totally delicious! For not much effort and very little cost, I have four lovely jars of plum coloured haw-sin sauce, it needs a little time to mellow, just a couple of weeks, but already I love the flavour and it will only improve with age.   Next time I might add more spices like star anise and maybe a little chilli.

From a few hours picking in the autumn sun, those picturesque hedgerows have provided damson jam for our toast, haw-sin sauce for our bangers and sloes for our gin.  Next on the list is some rose hip jam to finish off the season.  It may have not been a bountiful harvest this summer in the garden, but thanks to a little foraging, those winter stores aren't looking too bad at all.

Haw-sin sauce 

Here's the recipe I used, based on one by HFW.

500g haw berries

250 ml cider vinegar

250 ml water

250g caster sugar

Salt and ground black pepper

Wash and de-stalk berries, (I really didn't go to too much trouble to remove the stalks because I put them through a sieve later.)

Place in a large pan with vinegar and water and bring to a boil, reduce heat and simmer until berries are very soft and starting to burst.

Put through a mouli or sieve to remove skins, seeds and those stalks you didn't manage to remove earlier.

Return the sieved mixture to a clean pan then add sugar and gently heat until sugar is dissolved, giving it the odd stir.  Bring to a boil and continue to boil until mixture starts to thicken. Season to taste and pour into sterilised bottles or jars.

Allow haw-sin to mellow for a couple of weeks before cracking a bottle. I reckon this would be delicious anywhere you'd use tomato sauce or relish.

God save the queen



A few weeks ago I checked the honey bees, hopeful that despite that swarm in early spring, perhaps there may be enough honey stores for us to steal.  Alas, not only was there no extra honey, there was hardly any honey at all.

More than disappointing, this was of great concern.  Having no idea of the cause, I called in the bee doctor.  What he found was not good news.  Seems the new queen is sickly and not keeping up with her royal duties, that is to maintain the brood numbers.  The result? A hive with a reduced work force, leaving it vulnerable to attack.

And under attack it was. The bee doctor pointed out bees trying to access to the beehive through cracks and vents and not the hive entrance, a sign they were strangers and not from around these parts. Those bees were also a different colour. They were robbers attacking the beehive! Wild bees stealing our honey stores!

I'm afraid the remedy is not good for the queen.  She needs to be replaced with a new Her Maj on the throne.  We will also get a second hive, and this colony can share babies to build up the workforce numbers quickly, so as to able to defend the hive from those pesky wild bees.

Being such a novice when it comes to beekeeping, and still a little nervous when poking around the hive myself, it was so fascinating to watch an expert apiarist at work, the things he noticed and how quickly he identified the problem.    I felt a bit guilty not checking up on the hive more regularly.

I feel sad for the bees under attack. And sad for the queen. She did her best, but she's about to be overthrown.  Poor queen bee.