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Blackberry wine

Blackberry wine

Look! Look!!! We made blackberry wine!!!

Well, we made it last autumn, but finally got around to bottling it last weekend. My resident homebrew expert was concerned that something had gone wrong with it (hence general apathy regarding bottling), but there was a bit left over that wouldn’t fit into the bottles and we thought it would only be scientific to sample it – it was fine. Very tasty. Now we just have to leave the other five bottles in a cupboard for a year or two. Hmph.

These are some particularly attractive chillis. I didn’t grow them or anything, but I have been photographing vegetables recently. For no real reason other than they’re pretty.

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Chilis

And lastly, some flowers, from my dad. I love irises so much I’m thinking of having them as my bouquet when we get married.

Irises

Irises

Today I have planted some cornflowers and some mixed flowers and herbs that are meant to attract bees. I also finished that cardigan I’ve been making for yonks. Hurrah! Now I just need to learn what blocking is and how to do it. It looks complicated, from what I’ve read. And I made yoghurt. What a productive day!

March 27, 2009 at 2:13 pm 1 comment

In retrospect this may be straying into TMI territory…

I have an extremely minor but niggling medical complaint which is too intimate to discuss in public; suffice to say, I have finished the course of treatment the doctor prescribed, it has had no effect and I am now going to abandon this and attempt some natural/alternative remedies* to see if they help. I don’t plan to announce this to anyone (it is, after all, unfit for public discussion), but I can imagine the general tenor of their response were I to do so.

I occasionally tell people I use cider vinegar as deodorant. The unenlightened generally recoil in horror from my hippified body and gasp, ‘Does it work? Don’t you smell?’ Well, yes, sometimes I do. But sometimes I did when I used commercial deodorant. Sometimes other people who use commercial deodorant are a bit whiffy. The difference is that when I used commercial deodorant, I assumed it would work and assumed I wouldn’t smell. When people who use commercial deodorant are unintentionally fragrant, the default position is that this is somehow the exception to their normally un-smelly state and not because their deodorant is ineffective. However, if someone using a natural deodorant (there are many options besides cider vinegar, and, if you regularly shave under your arms and are not blessed with a freakishly high pain threshold, you may wish to consider these) were to smell, this would not be attributed to, say, the fact that they had done a lot of exercise or sat all day in a stuffy centrally-heated office, but would be because their deodorant was ineffective, because they are a dirty hippy.

So I was going to write a post on how we automatically assume that shiny modern things are better than simple old-fashioned things and always give the former the benefit of the doubt, while being quick to denigrate the latter. And then I looked at my blog feed and realised Sharon had already said everything I wanted to say, much better than I could.

Here’s the link.

Enjoy.

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* Neither of these terms seems ideal, but you know what I mean. Garlic ‘n herbs ‘n stuff.

March 26, 2009 at 5:57 pm Leave a comment

Talk on bees

In case anyone is interested in joining me in my Project of Being Very Concerned About Bees (and possibly, some day, Doing Something About It), this is really interesting.

March 20, 2009 at 7:24 pm Leave a comment

Chutney recipe

Makes enormous quantities of chutney. You will need many jars.

  • 3kg cooking apples
  • 1kg onions
  • 300ml water
  • 40g salt
  • 40g ground ginger
  • 2tbsp ground cinnamon
  • 1/4tsp cayenne
  • 1l vinegar
  • 1kg sugar
  • 500lb golden syrup

Simmer peeled and chopped apples and onions for 20 mins in water before adding salt, spices and half vinegar. Cook until soft then add sugar, syrup and the rest of the vinegar. Simmer until smooth and thick. Pot and cover.

NB I tried to do the simmering part in the slow cooker, but it didn’t work.

March 17, 2009 at 12:00 pm 2 comments

An ancient Jamie Oliver-inspired musing on food and urbanisation

I realise that this was months and months ago, but I was clearing out my drafts folder and found this. I recently visited London and went to a talk on food in China and the Docklands Museum which reignited my interest in food and urbanisation. Since I am too busy and too lazy (it’s a bad combination) to write a new post a propos of these experiences, you’ll have to make do with this thing I wrote in response to Jamie’s Ministry of Food last year instead. Sorry. 😉

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(Originally written in November 2008)

Firstly, I do not feel that (short of a bit of childish sniping against supermarkets and the planning systems that encourage them) I can make any social critique of Jamie Oliver’s Ministry of Food that can add anything to Felicity Lawrence’s wonderful article in the Guardian about class, poverty and food in Britain. I thoroughly recommend you read it.

I was, typically, interested in it from a more esoteric perspective as I was at the time reading Hungry City by Carolyn Steel, which was flawed, I felt, but an utterly fascinating read nonetheless and a brilliant idea. It’s another book about the industrialisation of our diet and various concomitant evils, but as she’s an architect by training it is quite tangibly situated in real, physical spaces and I am now plotting a tour of London based on the history of its food supply. The first section, ‘The Land’, underlines the reliance of urban areas on the countryside to feed them and how, before the railways, it was impossible to ignore this as feeding cities was a challenge, a logistical nightmare. Cities were, necessarily, smaller and full of markets, gardens, vegetable debris, animals and slaughterhouses, making it obvious that what you eat has to come from somewhere even if you don’t grow it yourself, but once it became possible to transport larger quantities of food more quickly and from further away, not only did the urban population increase exponentially, but also lost that some of that connection with the land that sustains them. In the 16th century, for example, a city would have relied (largely) on a belt of farmland surrounding it, but now that footprint must look less like concentric circles and more like a set of lines snaking in from all around the globe – corn from America, coffee from Kenya, cotton from Mali, made into clothes in China, vegetables from Leicestershire, fruit from Kent…

Another thing that was made clear in the book (although I was aware of it before), and which Lawrence refers to as well, is the fact that the urban poor in Britain have always lived mostly on takeaways and/or processed crap. Most Victorian workers’ houses were built without kitchens and they mostly bought food from street vendors, although these were at least plentiful and accessible and the food deserts that many deprived urban areas are today are a modern phenomenon. Similarly, many evacuees during the Second World War came from the docklands area of east London, which was of obvious strategic importance and largely inhabited by unskilled workers and their families, and many of them had never eaten anything but fish and chips, white bread and tea and didn’t know the difference between sheep and pigs or that chickens laid eggs.

It’s the scale of it, now that 80% of us live in cities, that’s most shocking, and many of the comments of the people featured in Jamie’s Ministry of Food bear this out. There was a lot of squeamishness about touching raw meat and fish, but also about onions, and also a general disbelief in one’s own capabilities – ‘Me? Cook? Nah, I couldn’t do that…’ as if it was something strange and outlandish.

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I always liked the name of the ‘Eat the View’ programme because it seemed to encapsulate the impact of our individual decisions and actions on the landscape. (Do you like looking at pretty green fields with hedges or dry-stone walls round them and a smattering of sheep in them? Does the food you choose to eat reflect that?) The more I think about it, the more I think our dysfunctional food culture is a product of alienation from the land more than anything else. Not that we should all necessarily go back to being peasant farmers (more of us do need to become food-producers of some description, but that’s a different story), but the stories we are told and tell ourselves about food are sharply in contrast with the reality of what we eat. Hedgewizard mentioned this last week (see especially his third paragraph) and the recent Chicken Out label competition touched on it too. Subsidies, ‘externalities’ and supermarket pricing distort our perception of the costs of food – labour costs, environmental costs and social costs are all picked up elsewhere. I bet most people imagine their food comes from a ‘farm’ a bit like the toy farm most children have – a farmhouse, a barn, a few sheep, a few cows, a horse, some chickens and a little tractor – yet in most cases, even with a lot of organics, this is far from the truth.

March 13, 2009 at 2:04 pm 1 comment

Food in the news 9th – 13th March 09

Since this week’s veg box, once again, arrived just as I was finishing lunch, my own meal was a little short on vegetables. Still, spaghetti with chilli, garlic, chorizo and olive oil was perfectly adequate and I read a couple of interesting things on my break.

Firstly, there was this article about the Michelle Obama championing local food, soup kitchens and community gardens. Whether it translates into actual progress in these areas remains to be seen, but I did love this quote:

“It’s like: How do we keep the calories down but keep the flavors up?” said Mrs. Obama, who also praised a healthy broccoli soup prepared by White House chefs.

“That’s one of the things that we’re talking a lot about,” she said. “When you grow something yourself and it’s close and it’s local, oftentimes it tastes really good.

“And when you’re dealing with kids, for example, you want to get them to try that carrot. Well, if it tastes like a real carrot and it’s really sweet, they’re going to think that it’s a piece of candy. So my kids are more inclined to try different vegetables if they’re fresh and local and delicious.”

(My bold.)

Call me old-fashioned, but I love to hear people talking about food – normal, everyday food, that is, not just fancy-schmancy restaurant/telly chef food – and mentioning words like ‘taste’ and ‘sweet’ and ‘flavour’.

Unlike this story, which made me want to bang my head against a wall repeatedly. Taxing chocolate? Why just chocolate? Why not fizzy drinks, Chorleywood-process bread, crisps? I could go on… I don’t deny that, along with other incentives and public health measures, increasing tax on tobacco played a vital role in tackling smoking, nor that policies to change the fact that our cultural, economic and physical landscape does not encourage healthy eating, or indeed a healthy lifestyle, are desperately needed (and thus far woefully inadequate), but singling out one particular product seems rather… well, bizarre, is the best word I can come up with. And yet more punitive taxes for the general public which ignore the larger forces at work. Have our policy-makers no imagination? You can’t solve the obesity epidemic without hurting companies like Tate and Lyle (biggest receiver of farm subsidies in the UK), Nestlé, Coca Cola, Tesco et al. It just isn’t going to happen, because their business model relies on acquiring cheap raw materials, padding them with water, air, salt and nasty chemical additives and selling them at a huge mark-up, because we humans are hard-wired to crave sugar and fats and the fruit, bread, cheese etc on sale in supermarkets taste like paper. You choose: ready-prepared spaghetti bolognese that is so loaded with sugar and salt it, y’know, actually tastes of something and takes three minutes in the microwave, or simmering tough, tasteless mince for ages and chopping pale pink water-bomb tomatoes for the sauce, a meal that feels vaguely virtuous but doesn’t taste of much and having to wash up afterwards?

Dear god, someone help me write 300 words on why a MA in the Anthropology of Food will help me develop my career to persuade this nice trust fund to give me some money so I can STOP THIS MADNESS. (Or at least, y’know, help.)

March 13, 2009 at 1:31 pm Leave a comment

Allotment update

I spent the weekend before last doing all the tidying up that, if I was a proper, sensible, grown-up gardener, I’d have done back in November. I finally put all the dead plants in the compost bin and sorted out the one bed in the garden. I’m intending to use that and a few pots and window boxes for salads and herbs and grow everything else at the allotment. Scientist Fiancé was spectacularly hungover all of Saturday and felt incapable of being anything other than horizontal, let alone driving to the allotment and lugging old grow-bags around. We went on Sunday, however, and cleared loads of grass and weeds. My onions and garlic have grown a bit and not been ravaged by weeds or squirrels or cats or anything. All good. We also found some unidentifiable plants

I also placed my seed order. I ordered most things from Tamar Organics this year, and potatoes from Wiggly Wigglers because I got some free seed potatoes from them last year and they were yummy. Some things have now arrived and others are in postal limbo. However, today I am going to plant those chillis and start chitting the potatoes.

I really must take some photos of my allotment some time.

March 12, 2009 at 10:25 am 2 comments


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Rob Hopkins, Transition Handbook

“Environmentalists have often been guilty of presenting people with a mental image of the world’s least desirable holiday destination – some seedy bed and breakfast near Torquay, with nylon sheets, cold tea and soggy toast – and expecting them to get excited about the prospect of NOT going there. The logic and the psychology are all wrong.”

Barbara Kingsolver, Animal, Vegetable, Miracle

"Food is that rare moral arena in which the ethical choice is generally the one more likely to make you groan with pleasure."

Carlo Petrini

"A gastronome who is not also an environmentalist is an idiot. An environmentalist who is not also a gastronome is, well, sad."

Sharon Astyk

"I am, of course, firmly opposed to consumerism and corporatism in all its forms, and I believe that we are deeply confused about material needs and wants. Now let me explain how books and yarn are totally different than the material things that other people want ;-)…."

Raj Patel, at Slow Food Nation

"Biofuels, which is the preposterous policy that we should grow food not to eat it but to set it on fire."