Walking through the park on the way to work I met these guys enjoying their breakfast. They were polite enough, if a bit noisy.
Sometimes – it really is the simple things.
As I drove home from work today, I was blissfully happy knowing that I didn’t have to cook dinner. I didn’t have to decide, I didn’t have to prepare or time it perfectly. All I had to do was arrive home, greet my loving family and obsessively loving dog – and eat whatever was on the plate. I can do that!
“Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves. Here’s Tom with the weather.”
There is nothing quite so relaxing as a warm bath. With bubbles, possibly some candles and definitely a book. In fact, a bath is not a bath without a book. Without a book, a bath is just warm water in a tub that you sit in and look at the walls.
I love beetroot.
A burger can’t really call itself a burger without beetroot on it. And a salad is sort of ‘meh’ unless it has beetroot to make it go ‘pow’. It’s good for dips, salsas, burgers, salads – grated, chopped and diced. The only contending vegetables for top spot in my heart are broccoli and pumpkin, lucky I don’t have to choose.
This year I think I’ve grown a mediocre amount of beetroot to satisfy our beetroot consumption. I thought I was doing well when in fact I should have dedicated more space to beetroot and discovered my fault too late in the season.
Often, when my mother and I make preserves there is enough to hand out. There is no handing out our beetroot. After all – there are only four jars left and the latest crop will only scrape in two more jars. It’s probably best we don’t share our beetroot … if you sampled it, you would never again be able to eat beetroot from a can.
But until my planting is perfected to provide adequate jars for a years consumption of beetroot AND some left over to share … you’ll just have to make your own awesome beetroot. And I suggest you try this recipe:
Spicy Preserved Beetroot
for 1kg of beetroot
3/4 cup sugar
1 1/2 cups vinegar
3/4 cup water
1 bay leaf
1/2 cinnamon stick
1/2 tsp peppercorns
1/2 tsp mustard seeds
1/4 tsp salt
Cook beetroot in above mixture until soft but NOT mushy.
Allow to cool.
When beetroot are still warm to touch, put on some plastic gloves unless you want purple hands and use your thumbs to peel the skin off the beetroot.
Carefully slice beetroot to desired width.
Place slices in jar.
Scoop liquid & spices into jar to cover up slices.
Place lid on jar.
Store jar in cupboard.
Don’t allow anyone to take any of your beetroot.
Walking with Echo and Div is the best way to make me feel better. It’s time out in the sunshine and fresh air. Time to clear thoughts, mull over ideas, share feelings and get perspective. When our house if full of visitors – we go for a walk. When we get bored – we go for a walk. When we’re stressed and can’t sit at the computer a moment longer – we go for a walk.
It’s the perfect fix for every scenario.
They’ve become a novelty. There was a time when it was the claustrophobic, air-conditioned, windowless shopping centres that were a novelty … now … people seem to love nothing more than to drive around in circles looking for a park only to surround themselves in concrete and merchandise.
I prefer shopping strips or malls, where the wind howls and the rain beats down, where each store has a feeling and the coffee shops invite you in.
Give me back our local butchers. Give me back unique clothing stores. Give me back small newsagents and book stores. Give me back cute toy stores. Give me back tree-lined streets and park benches. Give me back bandstands and buskers. And please, please, give me back people who can handle a bit of weather. People who can suffer the cold and know that the best way to enjoy it, is to rug up with a warm scarf and a hot cocoa. And people who don’t need the heat blanketed out with climate controlled living but know that they can dress lighter, drink iced drinks and suck on Sunnyboys.
Next time I send out an invite I should say … “if you insist on giving a gift – support the little guy – shop local”