Posted by: Rach | July 13, 2008

banana bread

I cannot make banana bread without thinking of KarenH. She made six loaves at once.
I always thought she always did it like that. It was only fairly recently that I discovered she only did it the once. But it still makes me think of her.

SIX LOAVES OF BANANA BREAD

10 1/2C flour
3T baking powder
1T salt
Sift into a big bowl (or bucket ;-) )

3 C sugar
Mix in

12 eggs
Beat them!

1 1/2C milk
450g butter, melted
6C banana, mashed
Quickly stir into the dry ingredients with the eggs.
Spoon into a greased 22cm loaf tin. Bake at 180ºC for 45-55 minutes. Leave in the tin for ten minutes before turning out onto a wire rack to cool.

Posted by: Rach | July 12, 2008

spice-skiego

I don’t remember where I found this recipe, but it was one that worked perfectly for us in Poland. Throughout the winter we would have access to carrots (and cabbage and onions) and walnuts. Not Much Else. This was a real treat.

SPICED CARROT AND RAISIN LOAF

690ml water
350g brown sugar
250g raisins (2C)
5 medium carrots, grated
30g butter
1t cinnamon
1/2t nutmeg
pinch ground cloves
Bring to the boil. Cover and simmer for ten minutes. Pour into a mixing bowl and leave to cool completely.

450g flour
2t baking soda
2t baking powder
salt
Sift and add to above

125g walnuts, chopped (1 1/4C)
Add and mix well
Put in a loaf tin and bake at 170ºC for 1 hour

Posted by: Rach | July 11, 2008

dated

You children love to make date loaf. I think it’s that you have been allowed to sit up at the bench chopping up the dates. Chopping is more fun than just mixing. And I love to let you. I think it’s the time it takes to chop. Chopping takes Much More Time than just mixing. win-win.

DATE LOAF (from the Edmonds Cookery Book)

1C dates, chopped
1C boiling water
1t baking soda
1T butter
Put into a bowl and stir until butter has melted. Set aside for one hour.

1C brown sugar
1egg, beaten
1C walnuts, chopped
1/4t vanilla essence
Stir into date mixture

2C flour
1t baking powder
Sift into date mixture and stir just enough to combine. Pour mixture into a greased 22cm loaf tin. Bake at 180ºC for 45 minutes or until loaf springs back when lightly touched. Leave in tin ten minutes before tunring out onto a wire rack.

If you want to replace the dates with apricots, you’ll end up with….yes, you guessed it, apricot loaf.

Posted by: Rach | July 10, 2008

loafin’ through childhood

I’m not sure who Nancy was, but when I was a girl, we ate her loaf frequently.

NANCY’S LOAF

1C flour
3/4C sugar
1/2t baking powder
1C milk
1C coconut
1C sultanas
1/2C walnuts (optional)
Mix together and bake at 180ºC for one hour

When we weren’t eating Nancy’s loaf, we would enjoy Station Loaf. Still unsure of the significance of the name, I wonder about it every time I make it!

STATION LOAF

2C raisins
1C walnuts
2 1/2C water
1C sugar
2 rounded T butter
Simmer for 5 minutes and cool

1t baking soda
Stir in

3 1/2C flour
1/2t salt
1t mixed spice
2t baking powder
Add and mix well
Pour into a loaf tin and bake at 180ºC for 40-60 minutes


Posted by: Rach | July 9, 2008

diet

I totally don’t believe in diets.
You need to live a well-balanced everyday life in that humble opinion I call my own.
But Grandfather Bear came across this one on his bookshelf and shared it with me. Now it must be said that some things go over my head and I’m always the last to understand the punchline of a  joke……but I think I got this message loud and clear ;-)
It must also be said that I’m one for looking for principles and then doing what I can with what I have. But this one said there must be NO substitutions. And the promise in return for following it to the letter? Working on the principle of chemical breakdown (aha, there’s a *principle* at work), I would shed four and a half kilos (10 pounds) in only three days.
THAT is my kind of result.
A week later I could do it again and be at my goal weight.
THAT would be motivating.

The diet itself was suggested many moons ago by the Miami Heart Institute for morbidly obese people who needed to drop a few pounds before they could have heart surgery. Now I don’t need heart surgery and I’m not obese, but I figured, “What have I got to lose?” (about nine kilos to be precise!)
So here I sit, having completed one round. It was only half as good as promised. I lost just over 2kg in three days. Worth it? Enough to do it again a week later. Only that time I didn’t drink the tea. I figured you didn’t *have* to drink tea and they just let you because most people like to - I don’t normally drink tea so figured it wouldn’t hurt to leave that bit out….well, I only lost 1kg that time….maybe the tea was important…..the third time I did it I left out the icecream and lost nothing. Go figure. I cannot bring myself to eat any more junk-food-frankfurters or unethical-tinned-tuna-that-I-had-previously-stopped-buying-on-principle, so I won’t be trying it again. There’s got to be another way.
I still don’t believe in diets. 

DAY ONE
Breakfast:
1 grapefruit
1 slice dry toast
1T peanut butter
black tea/coffee

Lunch:
1/3C tuna
1 slice dry toast
black tea/coffee

Dinner:
2 slices meat
1C spring beans
1C beetroot
1 small apple
1C weight watcher’s vanilla icecream
black tea/coffee

DAY TWO
Breakfast:
1/2 banana
1 slice dry toast
1 boiled egg
black tea/coffee

Lunch:
1C cottage cheese
5 Snax biscuits
black tea/coffee

Dinner:
2 frankfurters
1C broccoli
1/2C carrots
1/2 banana
1/2 C weight watcher’s vanilla ice cream
black tea/coffee

DAY THREE
Breakfast:
5 Snax biscuits
1 slice cheddar cheese
1 small apple
black tea/coffee

Lunch:
1 boiled egg
1 slice dry toast
black tea/coffee

Dinner:
1C tuna
1C beetroot
1C cauliflower
1/2 melon
1/2C weight watcher’s vanilla ice cream
black tea/coffee

Posted by: Rach | July 8, 2008

Why I Am Not Vegetarian.

I don’t believe in it.
That said, Father Bear thinks we eat vegetarian most of the time - six sausages divided amongst eleven people doesn’t really count as meat as far as he is concerned ;-)

It’s not that I think vegetarians are extreme - since when did that ever bother me?
It’s not that I think they are unhealthy - quite to the contrary, may of them are far more aware of the nutritional value of what they eat.
It’s not that I don’t care about animal welfare - that’s why we boycott Tegel (well, that and the fact that I am big enough without eating growth hormones too!)
It’s not that I don’t care about drift nets raping the seas - that’s why we only eat fish we’ve caught ourselves and stopped buying tinned tuna or salmon.
It’s not that I don’t care about farmers polluting our waterways - I just haven’t done anything about sourcing *ethical* meat yet.
It’s not that I don’t think we have a world hunger problem. Clearly we do, but vegetarianism is not the answer.

And not only do I think that, but Colin Tudge does too. He even wrote a book all about it.
“So Shall We Reap”, subtitled: (How everyone who is liable to be born in the next ten thousand years could eat very well indeed; and why, in practice, our immediate descendants are likely to be in serious trouble)

See what he has to say:

Vegetarians point out that a hectare of wheat or pulses, say, produces about ten times more protein or calories as would the same area dedicated to beef or sheep. Therefore, they say, agriculture devoted entirely to plants must be far more economical on space, and so in principle should leave far more land spare for wilderness, and the wildlife that lives in it. If the 10 billion people who will be with us us by 2050 were all vegan, then the world population would indeed be 10 billion. But if mid-twenty-first century people all eat as much meat as is projected, then the effective population - people plus livestock - will be 14 billion.

There is a great deal in this argument. Farming would indeed be more sustainable, and wildlife-friendly, if humanity in general ate less meat. Even so, the case is nothing like so clear-cut as the vegetarians suggest….The traditional role of livestock is to clear up odds and ends. Farmers should always aim for a small crop surplus for insurance, in case the weather fails and reduces the crop. In most years, then, they will indeed produce more than is stictly needed, and without animals to mop up the excess, this surplus will be wasted. In addition, cattle and sheep in particular (sometimes supplemented with goats and camels) can always produce at least a little meat or milk from hillsides, uplands, wetlands and semi-deserts where crops cannot be grown at all. Finally, too, animals provide an excellent source of fertility in the form of manure; and as noted in Chapter 2, US cereal production waned somewhat in the 1920s and ’30s until more livestock were introduced. In other words, agriculture that is plant-oriented but also includes some livestock here and there, in the end uses landscape more efficiently than agriculture that is geared exclusively to crops. Thus, agriculture, with a judicious mix of plants and livestock (mostly plants, but at least some livestock) should occupy less space than an all-crop agriculture, and so (in principle) would leave even more wilderness for other creatures to enjoy…..

(He also recognises that many vegos are concerned about inhumane animal practices, and he discusses at length how veganism and vegetarianism do very little to improve them - just avoiding eggs or meat does not FIX the problem).

On pages 357-359, Tudge suggests an ideal land-use scenario. I would have copied it out, but I’ve already had the book out of the library for two months and cannot renew it again, so it has gone back. Suffice to say, it avoids mono-culture and is based on the idea that farming’s primary role is to feed people rather than to keep some people in power and produce money. In food production, the bottom dollar is not the benchmark against which to measure success. And so multi-crop-mixed-with-some-livestock-smallholdings, which can sustainably feed a community can be viewed as more successful than the most cost-and-time-efficient mega-farms that are touted as the answer to the world food shortage.

And so, I have no qualms about eating some animal products. I just need to make the effort to discover where to source them from, because I’d like to support the small-farmers and preferably organic-care-about-the-environment small-farmers.

Posted by: Rach | July 5, 2008

Florence strikes again

grate  a couple of inches of fresh ginger into a pot of water

bring to the boil

steep for as long as it takes for you to remember you were making this concoction

add honey and stir until dissolved

pour into a fancy teacup (coz it’ll make the patient feel better)

sip a bit just to check

pull faces, pour half back into the pot and water down until palatable

squirt in some fresh lemon juice for good measure

According to J13, it truly does help settle a queasy tummy.
And I think it would be great for anyone trying to cut the fizzy drink habit - this stuff fizzes like fireworks in your mouth.

Posted by: Rach | July 4, 2008

So Florence.

Florence Nightingale, that is.

You see, last Sunday Father Bear started to feel grotty. We figured he was just a bit less tough than the rest of us. On Saturday we’d all had rabies shots and typhoid and Hepatitis A (in fact, poor ol M5 had to have his rabies twice coz it didn’t work the first time)……..the rest of us felt fine. That’s probably why Father Bear trudged off to work on Monday morning, even though he didn’t feel too sharp. Fortunately for him, he was knocking off early to pick up some friends who were coming to stay for a few days. He put hospitable pleasantries aside and took his fever to bed. He barely got up for three days. (Well, he did once and promptly fainted and so that discouraged further exuberance). Three days. Father Bear has only ever been off work for one day at a time, and even then, only when absolutely necessary. So three days is unheard of. By about Day Two I think we’d decided it was more than just a reaction to the rabies as he was not frothing at the mouth. This was confirmed by the two little girls starting to get listless and quiet……you don’t want all the details, so let’s suffice to say, that at this stage only three of us have not fallen.

Just as well some of us have tough constitutions, really. Coz who else would have made the jelly?

This was no ordinary jelly. It didn’t come out of a box with bright colours on the outside and funny creatures to convince your children that this is a good food to eat.

 No siree. It came out of a box so old you could call it retro or vintage. It had no food colouring. No preservatives. No added sugar.

In fact, Father Bear didn’t even think it would work. (I mean to say, jelly comes out of bright boxes).

Imagine our delight when it set!!!!!!

Just so we can remember for next time someone gets sick, here’s the recipe we used (a recipe, which, by the way, makes a decent amount of jelly for an infirm family, unlike those little supermarket boxes)

Pour 500ml boiling water into a jug.

Add 7 tablespoons of gelatine and stir to dissolve.

Pour into 3 litres of blackcurrant and apple juice (or whatever flavour you have).

That’s it! Being a good nursey, really isn’t all that tricky.

Posted by: Rach | July 4, 2008

almost two decades ago…..

…this can was bought by an American couple in Poland.

What on earth is in it?
Why do we have it?
After all these years?
And why would I be blogging about it?

We lived in Krakow, what must arguably be one of the most beautiful cities in Europe, if you put aside the nuclear fallout from Cherynobyl and the usual day-to-day pollution, which prompted a guidebook writer to suggest tourists spend no more than four days there. Lucky we weren’t tourists - coz we were there for two years!

Anyway, our American friends had Polish friends, who owned an allotment out in the country. They weren’t going to use it that particular summer and so we headed out there after work, with tools and seeds and lots of good intention to grow our own vegetables. The first hole we dug was for the toilet. That accomplished, we squished into the cabin (this is a very generous word for the garden shed in which we were to sleep that weekend) and prepared dinner by candlelight (nothing romantic, just there was no electricity). We didn’t open the can that night. My memory fails me, but I suspect we ate bread, cheese and salami (like every other night).

The next day is remembered by us for only one thing. Baby Joshie (who has just turned eighteen and has graduated from High School) spent the morning playing in his portacot in the shade of a tree while the rest of us toiled in the sunshine. Towards midday, Suzie and I carried the cot back to the shed. That sounds so simple. In reality, we set of carrying the cot (simple so far), but then Suzie, who was at the front, let out an almighty shriek and took off like lightning. I was at the back and held on for dear life as we screamed across the uneven turf. I should never have looked down. But if I hadn’t I might just have stepped on the snake, instead of managing to jump over it, portacot in my hands, heart in my mouth. Now I don’t know what kind of snake it was, but to a girl who came from a country with no snakes at all, poisonous or otherwise, it was a scary thing. And even the bravest soul would have trembled at Suzie’s cry!
After that I was less than keen to use our carefully constructed outdoor toilet.

If it weren’t for the can, that would be the sum total of my recollections of that weekend. I don’t even remember if we harvested any veges! But there was the can.

We knew it was chicken *something*. We knew it was “in sauce” and that it was “spicy”. Not hungry enough that weekend to eat the something-bit-that-we-were-not-certain-about, it returned to Krakow with us. Who knows why we hadn’t learnt the word for giblets in our first year in Poland, but there you have it, we hadn’t. I doubt we’ll ever forget it now  ;-)

That American couple was not up for eating chicken giblets.
So they gave us the can.
When we returned to their place a week later to look after Joshie, we left the can behind in their pantry. They visited us and left it in Rob’s slippers. We left it under their washing pile. They hid it in our bed. We put it in their flour bin. They stuck it on top of our toilet cistern (which at eight feet up in the air, was no mean feat!). And on the saga went. Secrets. Diversion. Distraction. While the can was hidden. 

I don’t remember if we brought it to New Zealand….but at the end of the day we somehow ended up with it in our pantry. There were too many memories attached to it to throw it out.

The past couple of weeks we’ve been able to make some more memories. Dan and Suzie have been in New Zealand and concluded their trip with a few days at our place. Guess what they found under their pillow the first night. They hid it carefully, but they weren’t to know that J13 would wonder why the spare toilet paper basket didn’t look quite right….. So then it disappeared under Dan’s hat…….we weren’t to know he would shift his hat a few hours before leaving….and the hunt was on. Nothing secret this time. Behind a candle. Back in Dan’s pile. Onto the kitchen bench in full view of everybody.

Their parting words at the airport were, “Let us know when you find it.”

L7 was the victor. Even before they had touched down at home. They weren’t to know L7’s favourite books are TinTins at the moment….

Some more memories made. Blogged and not forgotten. Unlike the very faint Dan handwriting on the can. It says: for Big Men and little women. Everyone remembers there WAS a joke. Noone remembers what it was about! But we won’t forget this trip.

Posted by: Rach | July 2, 2008

waste not want not

half a pot of porridge

frozen avocado dated 03/03

tin of tomatoes

couplea cups of flour

4 eggs

unmouldy portion of camembert cheese

small container of leftover meat sauce

leftover carrots and onions and gingerale which the silverside had been cooked in

a cup or so of cooked rice

shredded bits of chinese cabbage that the caterpillars had left behind

 

We mixed all that together and baked it for an hour or so at 180ºC.
It was edible with a good-sized dollop of homemade chutney and a green salad on the side.
Not necessarilly to be repeated though.

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