Wow, can you believe it’s July already and officially just two weeks until I start back at work in a more permanent sense. No more emergency teaching and two weeks to enjoy my child-free, work-free days. Then we’ll see how it all works for the four of us. I’m excited, but also quite uneasy about this new stage. But before we get there let’s do the weekend wrap.
It was been bitterly cold and wet today in Melbourne, but thankfully we started with reasonable weather on Saturday morning. As it was a rare fifth Saturday of the month none of my regular market haunts were operating so I had to hunt a little for a farmer’s market that was running. Thankfully I found one, the Booronodara Farmer’s Market in Hawthorn. It was definitely one of the largest and most diverse markets I’ve come across, quite possibly because it was the only one going in the area on that particular Saturday. They also had a lovely local choir singing which gave it such a nice, community feel. It must have been a good one because I ran out of money long before I ran out of things I wanted to buy – I set myself a limit on these outings otherwise I tend to go a bit over the top. My best buys were a jar of red gum honey from Boort (I was once offered a teaching job in Boort, it just past the middle of nowhere, well as much as you can get in Victoria) and had a lovely chat to the bee keeper who was quite surprised I knew where Boort was. The other was a free range chicken from Milawa (the roasting variety not an actual live chicken) which I have big plans for. For me I worry about the chicken and pork we buy at most butchers and supermarkets, I worry about the life that animal endured as well as what went into the animal to make it that big at a relatively young age. Besides all that, it surely has to taste better if the animal is a bit older, free to eat a natural diet and live the life designed for a chicken or a pig. Anyway, stepping down from my soap box, I was just pleased to see some actual chicken rather than just eggs so I snap one up (and at half the price I’ve seen Saskia Beer’s free range chickens for in Leo’s).
Sadly I had to leave behind a wonderful looking rhubarb plant, the dried apricots I usually buy and some grass fed beef (though they actually didn’t have the cut I was after, you need to get in early apparently).
I had a little bit of time to myself on Saturday afternoon, which I spent reading Michael Pollan’s In the Defence of Food which is very interesting and has made me question pretty much everything I’ve ever heard about healthy eating. Though his opening lines “Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants.” is pretty much my own philosophy on eating. The key word there being “food”, he means not something that includes an ingredient list designed by scientists. I’ll be looking for his other titles at the library next time I’m there.
Saturday evening I did a bit of experimenting with bread baking. I had made a big pot of soup ready for a visit from my Dad on Sunday and thought fresh baked bread would be perfect, but I didn’t want to get up a 6 to give it enough proving time. Instead I made it Saturday evening, did the first prove, kneaded it again and rolled it into rolls then left it to prove overnight. All seemed fine, but when I check it this morning they were much bigger, but decidedly flat. When I baked them they rose a little more, but didn’t brown on the top (think my oven wasn’t quite hot enough). Inside they were quite light and even on the fluffy side, but they looked weird. I think Dad was a little concerned when I put it in front of him. So lesson learned, don’t prove bread on the bench overnight! I will try doing it in the fridge. Despite the dodgy looking bread, it was great to see Dad, have some political conversation and a bit of a lament about our footy team. But as he was just passing through on his way back to the west (of Victoria that is) is was a flying visit.
And to finish off the afternoon I caught up with two friends from high school, one of whom lives nearby, but other who lives in my home town so I don’t get to see her nearly as often as I’d like. We had coffees, cake and conversation. It’s funny to think how our conversations have changed over the years, but the coffee and cake hasn’t!
So with the cold nippy at my toes, the rain beating down on the pergola roof and Downton Abbey just starting, that’s my weekend wrap. Hope you had a good one too.