On farm classes
See these girls? They are SO ready for their close up. Which they got today. Because a TV crew came to visit to film a cooking show on the farm. This show. LOVELY people. There was a bit of filming of chickens and pigs and apparently a […]
Ad and I set up our first outdoor market stall on Saturday in Kiama. I've held off doing outdoor markets 'til now – I was nervous about all that bikkie stock going to waste if we were washed out. But we're closer to online sales now (coming soon, have […]
A year ago I didn't even eat pork. Well, not deliberately. I just didn't tend to buy it. Now I don't know a great deal, but I reckon I know how to raise a pig. I know they're pregnant for exactly three months, three weeks and three days. (As […]
It's the absolute end of the apple season over here. At the end of the tomato season I thought I'd fill jars and jars with passata and sauce. Didn't. Apples, though. Apple sauce. Essential in the pantry of a pig grower, don't you think? Our nearest orchard is selling huge […]
I went to a salon today. Not the hairdressers, where I occasionally go for a fringe remedy (the cut you have after you've trimmed your own fringe. Badly.) A beauty salon. Adam bought me a 'treatment' for my birthday last year in December, and the voucher expired last month before […]
A friend of mine was sitting with me at my kitchen table recently when Adam came home. She told me afterwards how genuinely happy I obviously was to see him. I'm am always happy to see him. He's my favourite part of the day. We celebrated fifteen years last month, […]
Who doesn't love a cookbook?! Particularly one aimed at kids, with a bit of verve. Nothing condescending, no silly sandwiches. I was sent two copies of this one as part of a Nuffnang Product Talk, which means I'm not paid for this post and all opinions are mine alone! One […]
Planting garlic. Clove by clove, a centimetre or two under the soil, pointy end up. Six months till we have a whole lot of aioli. Watching lettuce grow. More interesting than it sounds. Watching piglets grow! And watching them revel in a manic accidental mudbath created by a […]
Adam and I are essentailly share farming with these larrikins. My folks. That is, they're retired from dairying (and teaching, in my Mum's case), but Dad still runs cattle on agistment. Without Dad this whole adventure of ours would be an amateur fiasco. When he's on the ground here […]
Yesterday began so well. The day before Adam had moved the meat chickens out to the new pen he built in the paddock. The night brought with it freezing rain and howling winds and neither of us were confident the five week old birds would be all fine. But they […]