Monday 26 September 2011

waste not - want not: making marmelade on the farm

i never thought of myself as someone who'd unnecessarily waste - be it paper, water, electricity and food. as i said i never thought so. 
it was the case until i met ailsa from the riebeeks who told me during the early stage of our friendship i'm 'obviously not a war baby' - which she was during those horribly days in england. 

i've been, supported by another dear friend, trying to get her to pen down her tips for saving, ranging from onion skins to chicken bones and recycling reclycled stuff until it no longer can serve any purpose whatsoever. maybe one day she will. 

during a recent visit i was once again astounded at her ability to make something out of virtually nothing. this time it was marmelade - made from lemons from the farm she 'rescued' that would have otherwise completely gone to waste. 
and ailsa doesn't like things wasting . . . 


on a chilly saturday afternoon, the message was clear - today is marmelade day. the little kitchen on the farm immediately transformed from a coffee & chat haven into a buzzy beehive of activity: curtains were flung open, ingredients plonked down on the well-used work surface under the window with a lovely look out onto the mountain side of the farm and slowly the smell of lemons started filling the air.

action station - all and sundry ready for the process of making marmelade

on the side: the beautiful old scales still do the occasional weighing of heavier products

and hiding behind the scales: stemming from the transformation to decimal, this has remained part of the household ever since.

sugar is one of the very few ingredients that needs to be purchased
sugar's done, now for the rest

 in the meantime the lemon pulp is happily bubbling away in an enormous pot "we don't talk too much about" 
  
 surely one of the most beautiful and versatile fruits 

 ailsa's test for texture and stickyness. it must be of a certain consistency prior to being seen as marmelade
  
adding a few drops of oil creates some magic - but at this stage i was on info overload. just know that it is an important trick to do activate some process
 when the marmelade start looking like this whilst bubbling away in the pot, it's nearly ready to be decantered.

 the beautiful marmelade gets decantered into sterilized and very hot jam jars 

 the wax circles - all the way from london and acquired for a very reasonable price, of course.

even though i'm still a bit at a loss as to how all ended up together in this golden combination of colour and taste, i will not forget inhaling every fragrant moment of the creation process. now it's time for tea, toast and marmelade, of course!

Friday 16 September 2011

a day in the deep south

sometimes just a short stroll, camera in hand, make you see things you've never noticed before. every town, every suburb - no matter where in the world you are - have it's own particular vibe and influence on your being. the sun on your back, the smell of the sea or freshly-baked bread, a sudden gust of wind. all play a part in making you aware of being in the moment. live it, love it and breathe it in.

 Some of the most beautiful buildings add character to a place that nearly ended up forgotten

 A true piece of art - a chandelier made from seashells and glass shaped by the relentless power of the sea

 could easily be referred to as the empire of books as well 

 an unnecessary monstrosity, but a safe spot for the pigeons

 the oldest shop in the village

 not too sure this man will receive a call from me in the near future. . .

 beach bums - totally delightful creative expression
 another beautiful building that stood the test of time

 adding flavour - mild, medium and hot - to an evening out

despite being totally derelict, still a great example of early days architecture
 and still going strong - with ice cream cones, fish & chips and newspapers . . . 

 
 yes, mr postman does collect from here too

 playful display in the local pizzeria/pub

 fantasy against a window pane

 manu, all the way from india

 connecting two worlds - the deep south and the city

 shaped by the wind

 despite the sign, there is nowhere a house in sight

 one of the well-attended churches in the area

 a karmann ghia completes a vivid image of yesteryear

quirky sign - right next to the beach 

and at the end of the day: street kids discussing the rest of their night

Monday 5 September 2011

Lensbaby in Long St

long st is a very unusual place - well, most of the time. you'll find people from all walks of life either finding some joy or trying to forget about their sorrows in one of the many places lining the road. there are purple rinses, feral kids, kateboarders,  foreigners and many locals that could easily be mistaken for foreigners . . . it's a destination that grows on you, no matter how hard you try to resist. and amidst all the craziness there's a carefree spirit that seldom wavers. within these parameters you make friends that will remain as such for the rest of your life. one of the favourite spots recently underwent some changes and friends gathered to celebrate the new direction. we were there . . .

pizza heaven . . . and more

 warmth from the pizza oven welcomes you on a cold spring evening

coffee until 4 in the morn'
dining options - inside or out 

 pizza in the making

 tools of the trade

 well-used in creating many a great meal

 ready and waiting

 retro finds a new home

 fresh produce every day

 gentle light 

 combined with a lovely smile welcomes you

 henk, a happy man

 more smiles

 a coldie on tap

 a new destination where friends meet

to share good times

social time

not over until the 8-ball sinks

 lovely people all around

 and welcomed by ruth

 an invitation to sit down and enjoy

fair fare on offer

more happiness 

 time flies

 ruth, smiling as always

 mornĂ© in a quiet mood

 daniel, resident long st social photographer

 garlic - a must for any pizza

 hot and happening

cold ones in the fridge

and coffee for the connoiseur