Archive | October, 2009

It’s all fun and games till you keel over from exhaustion

26 Oct

Today I am very thankful that’s there’s no labour due to it being Labour Day (= a holiday!) after a big weekend down in Auckland celebrating best friend L’s 40th. Shopping, dinner, a comedy show (Busting Out – funny in parts, but there’s only so much mileage you can get out of manipulating a pair of D-cups) followed by dancing to a live band in a pub (the band played “Livin’ on a Prayer” in L’s honour instead of “Happy Birthday”, even though she was really a more of a Rick Astley girl way back then, and all of us jumped up and down on the spot in a circle and thrust our pointed fingers in the air when the chorus came along, as you do).

Then, for the killer, it was home for lots of Malibu and Lindauer and Singstarring till 4am.

We left the birthday girl lolling in bed yesterday morning, unable even to make it to the table for a hangover-busting brekkie of sausages, bacon, eggs and hash browns, and mozee-’d our way back up State Highway 1 in Dad’s ute with our load of second-hand bricks leftover from L & S’s demolished chimney and destined for the patio out the back.

After arriving home and a cup of tea each to soothe our weary, tailgated brows I decided I’d go and have a wee snooze, just to knock the edge off the creeping lethary, and ended up waking up three and a half hours later.

Later on both the Other Harf and I dozed off in front of The Tudors (Jonathan Rhys Meyers as Henry the 8th? What the…) and then this morning we both slept in till well after 9, even with Miss 9.1 crashing about in the kitchen making herself pancakes.

Yep, this having fun business is all very exhausting for those who are not as young as they used to be…

Shepherd’s Delight

26 Oct

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The fine art of creating cheese

18 Oct

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Yesterday, I learnt that making cheese can be incredibly easy (if you want to make fresh mozzarella) and rather complex and time-consuming (if you want to make a hard, aged cheese).

Mum, Lil’Sis and I (and approximately twenty other eager cheeselovers) spent the day in a beautiful home with a gorgeous garden and a stunning view, watching a work colleague of Mum’s demonstrate the fine art of creating cheese.

Sheryl makes cheese as a hobby, and over a period of three hours conjured up a fresh mozzarella, a soft cheese called “columnier” and a hard cheese with cumin. All involved a lot of fresh, unpastuerised milk (from the dairy farm down the road), a dash of rennet and, in the case of the columnier and the hard cheese the magic ingredient: culture.

After the cheeses were almost all done (the hard cheese had to sit for an hour before going under Sheryl’s homemade press, then it would be aged for at least three months) we were treated to a delicious lunch with the fresh mozzarella she’d made earlier scattered in a tomato salad with quails’ eggs, feta (again, homemade), pinenut and mushroom quiche and a technicoloured nasturtium salad, accompanied with wine and fresh orange juice. This was followed by a cinnamon ricotta cheesecake, syllabub and a sample of some hard cheese made in April and a soft cheese made in September. Lovely!

By this point we could hardly move as we sat on the verandah, gazing at the spectacular view over Whangarei Harbour, and we all decided that it would be better if we just sat there for the rest of the day, as nobody would really miss us.

But, there was more! So regretably (and very slowly) we had to get out of our chairs to let Sheryl show us her cheese safe under the house (where the hard cheeses age) and then it was back upstairs to the kitchen where she demonstrated how she scrubbed and brined the outside of the cheese to create a rind.

Inspired, Lil’Sis and I decided on the drive home that we might have a crack at making mozzarella for Christmas Day – here’s the recipe (rennet is readily available on line, or you can use junket, which you can get from the supermarket, and you can use full cream milk from the supermarket if you can’t get hold of the real deal).

You’ll also need a big pot, a large knife, a slotted spoon and a thermometer, all pre-sterilised (Sheryl used Milton Sterilising Tablets, normally used for sterilising baby’s bottles).

Easy peasy mozzarella recipe

Ingredients: Two litres of fresh milk, rennet, salt, citric acid.

1) Add 1/2 a teaspoon of salt and 1/2 a teaspoon of citric acid to two litres of milk.

2) Heat to 32C then add 1/2 teaspoon of rennet, stir into the milk using the slotted spoon.

Leave to set for ten minutes.

3) Once the curd has set cut into even pieces with a knife, then heat to 41C. Leave to stand for five minutes.

4) Drain off some of the whey and place the curd in a microwave safe bowl, then cook on HIGH for one minute.

5) With the slotted spoon, form the curds into egg-shaped balls in the bowl, then cook on HIGH for 1/2 a minute.

6) Form the balls into firmer balls once again, then cook once more on HIGH for 1/2 a minute.

5) Shape with care (you can use sterilised rubber gloves to squeeze out the additional whey) then place into a bowl of cold water to cool and set.

If you don’t have a microwave, heat the curds up to 45C in the pot and form the balls as it heats.

Hey presto, mozzarella ready to eat pronto!  If you want to know how to make the soft and hard cheeses, let me know.

Happy Fromaging!

Kiwifruit’s new school uniform

16 Oct

Greetings to you from the freshly styled Kiwifruit, a little 5 year blog-birthday present for my beloved blog, which (in its current form) made its inaugural debut on the 4th of October 2004. I know it’s a little late to throw a party, but better late than never! *Throws a streamer, toots party horn*

I took a day’s leave today, originally intended for our now cancelled trip to Melbourne. In complete contrast to what I would have been doing today, (i.e.having lots of fun) instead I’ve spent most of it drafting an essay for uni which is due Monday week (I’m out all day tomorrow, which only leaves Sunday, and next weekend is out completely, due to more 40th birthday surprises down in Auckland).

Of course, after yesterday’s forecast for thunderstorms, torrential rain and the possibility of tornadoes (ideal weather for lurking inside in front of a PC) it’s been flippin’ gorgeous today and even now, at just after 4pm, there’s this lovely little warm breeze ducking in through the study window, so I’ve decided that I am going to turn this PC off and go and sit on the verandah, have a nice cup of tea with the Other Harf and enjoy the last of this day off work, which almost but not quite makes up for not being in Melbourne…

A sunshiny Spring Sunday in October….

11 Oct

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So, it was a rather rude awakening for me and the Other Harf this morning, due to the cows deciding that the grass really was greener on the other side. Yes, that’s them in the first photo, munching away on our lovely lawn after crashing through the old part of the front paddock fence at approximately 6.43am.

The rest of the day, which consisted of scones, seedlings, flowers and sunshine, more than made up for it.

Return of the eggyness.

10 Oct

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Our chooks are now all free-ranging during the day, and while this has its positives (the eggs we collect have gorgeous bright yellow yolks, and they obviously enjoy scratching in the gravel or in the grass for tasty tidbits) we had started to notice a drop off in production.
It would seem that isn’t what has actually happened; our ladies have simply started laying them in their places of choice, as opposed to in the nesting boxes in the barn.
This afternoon I discovered a stash of at least fifteen eggs after tracking down the familiar bok-bok-*bokkaahh*, bok, bok, *bokkaaah* of a hen doing her laying business. Yep, there she was, nesting under Freckles little outdoor pen. I should of known by the expression on Freckles face which plainly read “get this goddamn silly chicken out from underneath my house before I’m forced to use these horns!”
There’s also another egg-laying hotspot in the woodpile, which Dad come across last week. So all in all, our chooks are back in business.
Miss 9.1 was given the job of checking them all (if they float, they’re no good), then cleaning them. Today’s official eggyness count from all sources? 35.
We are egged out, once more.

Chilled out Friday

9 Oct

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Tui sentinel on our kowhai tree this afternoon…

It’s been a day off work for me on this the last day of the school holidays, and after dodging some serious rain showers via the library we took in Up at the movies (just wonderful, loved it, one of the best kids’ movies I’ve seen in ages – speaking of which, we were highly excited to see the trailer for Toy Story 3! Wheeee!) and a large amount of calories at MaccyD’s before toning the fun down by doing the weekly supermarket shop at Pak’n'Shove, an errand I am not missing being responsible for in the slightest.

After that, it was home for a peaceful afternoon of reading The Miracle at Speedy Motors for me at one end of the house while the Other Harf completed his domestic duties at the other (he always “hoovers” on a Friday) and Miss 9.1 completed her school project “My Family Trip” – a process which should of taken a day or two at the most, but seems to have been protracted into weeks. She has learnt the fine art of procrastination from me and taken it to an all new level.

Once Mr Mopp had finished making all that racket, I sat myself down in front of the PC and began drafting up the invitation for my 40th birthday bash extravaganza hoolie on the 14th of November. I’ve made my mind up – it’s going to be a Woodstock theme, as was my 21st – so all guests are expected come hippied out. Kaftans, muslin, tie-dye, flower-power, groovy baby. Initially, I was a bit reluctant to have a big do, but what the hell? Everybody needs a party all about them every now and then.

So, if you’re in the neighbourhood on the 14th of November, consider yourself officially invited. And don’t forget your kaftan, ‘kay?

Not styly

6 Oct

I seem to have lost my stylesheet somewhere…I’ll I’m getting is boring old white and Times Roman when I view Kiwifruit.

Please let me know if you can see the usual blue or if it’s gone all boring for you too?
Ta muchly! 

All by myself…

5 Oct

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I arrived home to an empty house tonight, as the Other Harf and Miss 9 have taken a trip down to Auckland to collect some bricks destined for our back patio, leftover from L & S’s renovation (S, by the way, has been given the all-clear by a neurologist – apparently he just had a faint. Well, okay then. Just hope he doesn’t “faint” again; he worried the crap out of us).
While the OH stacks the ute with bricks tomorrow, no doubt in the pouring rain, Miss 9 has been invited on an “Adventure” with L, who has taken the day off work to babysit her niece and nephew tomorrow (it’s school holidays at the moment) to take them ten-pin bowling and to MaccyD’s. Yay!
So I was tickled she thought of me amongst all this excitement, and left me a sweet little card as well as filling up my drink bottle. Bless ‘er cottons.
Despite treating myself with a chick flick ([He's Just Not That Into You](http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1001508/)), a Thai Green Curry and a bottle of chilled Sauv, I miss them already…

Virtual comfort

1 Oct

I always swap Monday morning emails with my best mate L, catching up with her weekend down in Auckland and my weekend up here in small town Northland and the latest goings on in our lives.

Last Monday, after filling her in on the excitement of Niece G’s hoedown, and how I’d been chatting to our mutual friend Liss on Facebook about how her son Sean had been mugged for his mobile phone, I hit send, only to have her reply “Have to talk. Will call you later.”

Instantly suspicious, I emailed her back. What was up? What’s going on?

She insisted it was nothing, but what time would I be home?

That was it, I had to know, and replied that I was really worried now, please tell me what had happened otherwise I’d worry all day.

It was S, her husband (the 40th birthday boy whose party we attended last month). He’d collapsed Sunday morning and was unconscious for at least ten seconds, shaking and foaming from the mouth. He can’t remember a thing about it. The doctor didn’t know what was wrong. He has to go for a CT scan and see a neurologist as soon as possible.

“Fi, I can’t go to Melbourne till I know what’s wrong. If you want to go, that’s cool, but maybe we could go later, when we find out what’s wrong and if Steve’s ok? I told him he needs to slow down and look after himself, I just wish he would listen!”

If it would of been possible to transport myself 120kms south in a split second I would of, picturing her sitting at her desk, with a lump in her throat and tears in her eyes.

But all I could do was reply forget about Melbourne, that I would ring her later and she could tell me all about it, and type hugs. 

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