As time goes by...

Today is 1st March 2012.  My last post was 31st January.  The whole month of February vanished somehow, in the blink of an eye.  Yet so much happened.

This post will be a catch-up post, with a glimpse of the highlights that have slipped by.

First and foremost, the time with Dani.  It was wonderful to have her here.  Time evaporated in the heat of the summer sun, her and my shared and separate activities,  and the merging of times past, present and future which are shared in the various personae that each of us has - spiritual, intellectual, emotional, physical.  She left on 24th February.  Afterwards I needed time, like a chrysallis, to turn away, and towards, to adapt and to change, back into my way of living.

Next, progress on photography.  I have now submitted seven items for grading as a Level One worker.  Of those seven, I achieved six golds and one silver, which extrapolates into 18 + 2 = 20 points.  This means that I should promote to Level Two this month, as the criterion for upgrade is 20 points and 5 golds.  We will see when the next newsletter is published.

Then there is my bird course, which I have so enjoyed.  Sadly, due to unforeseen and distressing circumstances, I missed one of the outings.  Yesterday was the seventh session, and the final one in our 'classroom'.  The eighth session entails an outing to Zandvlei Bird Sanctuary.  I am looking forward to that.  Despite not having put in as much effort as I would have liked to have done, I have somehow held my own, and have time now to brush up on the theoretical side of birding, which took a bit of a backslide whilst Dani was here.

In terms of the workshops that I am giving:

  There has been one so far on the Internet.  Plans are in progress for three more covering two different 

  lesson formats.   It is a difficult and varied topic.  I have had mixed feedback, but on the whole, participants 

  seem to have enjoyed it so far.

  The second, one on gardening, is scheduled for this coming weekend.  I have prepared the course material.

  We'll have to wait and see how participants respond, before I commit on the level of enthusiasm with which

  it is received.

Then there are workshops that I have attended, or am planning to attend:

  The first is a geology workshop, presented last month.  I thoroughly enjoyed it, having learnt a lot about my

  beloved Western Cape.  What is especially nice about this is that my hiking will be enhanced, as I will be on

  the look-out for the various rock formations which Neal explained during the workshop.

  Others that I haved booked for include Mythical Revival in Britain, Birding, and Self Development.  I will 

  blog about those as and when they happen.  What delighted me is that the person who does the birding is also

  the treasurer of the photography club to which I belong.

Of all the activities in which I am involved, hiking gets to be my favourite.  I walk with people that I have come to like and respect a lot, in places which are so incredibly beautiful.  When I look back over this blog, it astounds me that so many posts are on wonderful experiences in this area of my life.  Hiking took a bit of a back seat during February, as did photography.  I think the sacrifice was worth it, as I got to spend so much blessed time with Dani.

On the preserving front, I managed three sessions of pickled onions resulting in 15 jars, two of which have already vanished.  These are particularly yummy, as I used malt vinegar and carefully selected pickling spices.  I will add the recipe to the recipes page next time I blog.  I have done one session of quince preserve which proved to be highly successful.  It culminated in 3.5 bottles, with the half-bottle having disappeared into sandwiches already.  I have enough quinces for two more sessions, so I can anticipate about 8 more bottles overall.  I will post the recipe I used for this as well, as I do think it proved to be highly successful.

Having risen early this morning, I did something that I have never done.  I cleared out some of the debris on my friends list on Facebook.  I very seldom remove people, unless they stop using Facebook.  Today I removed a few people whom I have carried around for a while, but with whom I have absolutely nothing in common.  In a way, I found this to be a healing experience.  I am pleased that I did it.  It also gave me the opportunity to assess the bulk of my friends whom I have kept.  This was, perhaps, the very best part, as I know why I retained each of them, and it gave me an opportunity for whimsical memories and the prospect of future fun.  I mailed a few of them, too, setting up possible plans for this coming weekend.  Also a first for me, as I am so seldom the one who arranges social things.  I'm normally the one who agrees to what other people suggest.  So enter the new me - someone who organises social events.  Hmmm.... we'll see how long this lasts :).

Relish the thought

Today's hike started near Cellar's Hohenhort encompassing part of the Alphen Trail and part of the Diep River Trail.  This trail entails hiking through lush vegetation, where at this time of year there are plenty of beautiful flowers.  I posted the best one on Project 365.  Here are two others:

The above, like the one on Project 365, are different species and hybrids of canna.

The lush vegetation and beautiful flowers through which one walks provides the detail of the walk, against a backdrop of beauty, which itself makes one ache with the wonder of it all:

We stopped for tea:

And afterwards, shared a lovely hot cuppa at the restaurant, at Cellar's Hohenhort, which has recently re-opened, and retains that aura of genteel luxury, reminiscent of Gatsby days.

Then home again, where I prepared five-and-a-half bottles of Tomato Relish:

The half-bottle became a condiment to supper, which consisted of sort-of-a Tabouleh Salad, once again using the basic recipe of parsley, mint and lemon juice, but this time with celery, dried apricots, a touch of honey, some flaked macadamian nuts spread over chick peas.  It is ever so yummy and a fairly healthy supper option.  This accompanied some grilled chicken with fresh brown bread.

I have added the recipe that I used for the relish to the Recipes Page.  The box of tomatoes was a gift.  The oregano came from the garden.  What is really nice about this recipe is the smidgeon of sugar, which makes this, too, a healthy option to be used as an accompaniment to a meal, as a pasta sauce, or as a base for stews, casseroles or anywhere which calls for canned tomatoes.  I have processed half the box of tomatoes.  The other half will be done today, using the same recipe.

2011 wildlife photographic exhibition

Yesterday was such an amazing day.  Heather, a friend, and I caught the Southern Suburbs Metrorail train into Cape Town and then walked up to the Cape Town Company Gardens.  These gardens are definitely one of my favourite places.  It is a place of peace for so many people.  There is no entrance fee, which means that it is one of the few places of exquisite beauty that is open to everyone irrespective of affluence.  And it is beautiful.  The layout creates little arbours of benches where people can relax, or sleep, or feed the birds, or drink in the incredible beauty which is everywhere for the eye to behold.

We then walked up to the South African Museum where the 2011 Wildlife Photography Exhibition was being held.  This is truly recommended.  It is on until 7th March 2012.  At a nominal entrance fee, one can spend hours gazing at sights that one would never otherwise see - sights that the eye of a lens and an artist put together for the balance of humanity to view.  What is really nice about it is that each photograph carries a story of the siting, the setting, and technical information about the camera used and the settings on the camera, which makes it educational as well as visually awe-inspiring.

We then returned to the Gardens where there is a lovely tea room, and a light lunch and then wandered back through the streets of Cape Town and caught the train home.

What a simply wonderful day, in a simply wonderful world.  Obviously I have posted piccies on Project 365.  See Feed the birds at tuppence a bag..., Siesta time and Is it a nut?

Just to make this post a bit more interesting, here is a picture of a common or garden pigeon:

The pigeons up at the Gardens are ever so fat and ever so friendly.  Must be from all of those feeds....

Thanks, Heather, for the wonderful idea, and for choosing me to share it with you.

Kettle on the boil

They say of life that a watched kettle never boils.  Right now, my kettle is boiling.  Time is moving way too fast.  Cherub has been home for a whole week now.  Where did it go?  What did we do?  Why is it travelling faster than me, faster than my mind, faster than... faster... faster...

I didn't cry at the airport.  I cried when she gave me a gift.  She'd put so much thought into it.  I am at that time in my life when the cycle of it all is so evident, when child transitions to parent and parent to child.  With all its joys and sorrows, it is a profound moment.

Dani had jetlag, so slept late on Monday.  It is not only the seven hour time difference and the change in longitude.  It is also travelling from below zero temperatures into the hot mallaise of a South African summer.

On Tuesday, I did my first interview with a U3A speaker for the February meeting.   This is a story all of its own.  It is another of those unforgettable moments, in which Reine, in all her brilliance, managed to reduce herself to the size of a pinprick.  I have to speak about her in third person, because I would never do anything quite so dumb.  It involved having my car key disappear into the waste band of my bicycle pants.  I will leave the rest of this story to your imagination.

I have cheated again on Project 365.  I have posted some pictures of birds taken in Lakeside on Wednesday, whilst on my way to my second birding course lesson, and some pictures of a hike through Cape Point yesterday.  With the kettle boiling along merrily, there simply has not been time to take pictures daily.  You can find these between Serenity and On top of the mountain.

In terms of culinary skills, I have pickled a couple of bottles of onions, and have preserved my first batch of ginger.  

Yesterday was another story all of its own.  We went into Cape Point.  The target was a walk along the beach with a lovely swim in the hot sun.  I donned my bather and wore my sloppies.  Pity about the wind.  I exchanged sloppies for tackies when we decided against getting sand-blasted, and went up to Gif Kommetjie where one starts at the top of the mountain, walks down into the valley and then back up along the ridge to the cars.  

This was the absolute worst evidence of my vertigo.  Panic set in very early on.  With assurance from Nancy, our hike leader that it got better along the way, I continued.  It took Walter walking in front of me, and Peter walking either behind or beside me, or sitting next to me on long rocky drops to get me down that mountain.  It was so bad that Walter carried my rucksack.  What on earth would I do without these kind people around me?  

I am torn.  I very much want to carry on with these walks.  Without them I would revert to being my not so little hermitty self, which, actually, I don't want.  Hermithood worked for me, or so I thought, at the time that I did it.  It does not work for me now.  Yet... and this is the crunch... if I carry on doing this, I know full well that I am taking advantage of some of the very best quality of kindness that has been demonstrated to me in my entire life.  People have said to me that it is ok, that it is about give and take.  And maybe this is my turn to accept the generosity of others.  There is truth in that.  I have other skills in which I am strong.  And I am attempting to share these.

What to do?  What to do?  I am going to have to think very carefully about this.  I do not want to abuse others,  but I want to carry on being part of this incredibly beautiful journey that has brought me so much joy.

Ok, so this was a moment of introspection in the roiling turmoil of my life at the moment.  Dani is visiting a friend.  I need to go rescue my laptop which is in intensive care, pop off down to the A P Jones sale and drool over some crocs that I really, really want and then decide whether to either buy them or not.  And then, if I can persuade my aching knees to bend to the will of my unkempt garden, then I might just do that.

Altered Reality

Just a quick post....

I went to photography club this evening.  I have submitted five photographs as a level one worker.  I have achieved five golds :), and one Picture of the Month nomination, in which I was awarded third place.  The picture that earned this is:

Gandolf's Wolfhound

which I altered from:

Thanks, Bolle, for licking my lens :).

Dani is on her way home

Yes, I know I went to visit her in August.  Still, the excitement mounts as I wait for her to come home.  Probably, because I was in a tizz, things didn't quite turn out as planned.


I prepared yogurt yesterday.  It was meant to finish at 22h00.  Somehow I managed to fall asleep.  When I rescued it this morning, the curds and way had separated.  Although it tasted absolutely fine, it didn't look that nice, so I tossed it.


Then, I made choccies.  I had purchased some bourneville.  I crushed some organic peanuts, and made peanut balls, coconut balls and raisin balls.  Because I didn't want them to set too hard, I added the tiniest bit of butter.  Obviously the tiniest bit was a tiny bit too much.  They didn't set properly.  Sigh.  I didn't toss these.  I ate them for breakfast.  No wonder I am not losing weight :).


So I made up for it today.  I baked a tray of jam and coconut slices, I have filled the dehydrator with plum roll-ups, tomatoes from the garden, apple slices and peach slices.  Except for a handful of apples and some citrus, I have managed to process all of the fruit that I bought into plastic containers for the dried stuff, and two embarrassingly large boxes and one cupboard of bottled stuff.  This does mean that to a degree, the house looks vaguely presentable.


I have moved all of the loose junk that manages to live in Dani's room into the computer room, and have made her room look nice, with a little dressing table that she can use as a desk for her laptop, place for her cases, and some space to hang up her stuff.


I watered the garden this morning, and because it it not swelteringly hot, I won't have to do it again this evening.  If she is not too exhausted, we'll have time to chat.


Funny, that as Mum, I feel a bit like a teenager going out on her first date.  In three hours time, I'll see her coming through the turnstiles at the airport, with her impish grin and her lively sense of humour.  I hope, sincerely hope, that I won't cry.

Noordhoek Beach Walk

Today started with emptying the dehydrator and assigning the drying trays to a long water soak.  I did plum rollups.  For those of you who have never made plum puree, it is a rich dark burgundy red.  The trays looked as if someone had bled all over them.  Skulking in the lower trays were some cucumber chips, a lunch time gift for a friend, and some dried tomatoes, produce from the garden.


Then came the highlight of the day - a walk on Noordhoek Beach.  After the sweltering heat over the past week, it was something of a surprise to walk in a light drizzle.  There was no wind, which made it delightfully refreshing.  Here are some pictures:

Collecting in the car park beforehand - note our film crew in the background :)

On our way

Another view, including feet :)

Horses being exercised

Tea Break at the Ship Wreck

More of us having tea

The walk tragedy, a recently dead seal

The skeleton of a sun fish

A favourite - man and dog

Someone out riding

Spotted on the back of the car of an animal behaviourist

I have posted a picture of the Kakapo Shipwreck which lies on Noordhoek beach.  More of the story of the shipwreck can be found here.


Then on to help a friend with some internet usage, followed by a lovely lunch, and my first U3A committee meeting, where I met other members of the committee whom I had not yet met, and where we established a working protocol.  I am delighted to say that it is a working committee.  Decisions are made, the agenda is followed and speedily completed, and then tea and biscuits are shared before we all go on our way.  Another huge plus for U3A :).

Cape Sauna

For the last few days, we have been sweltering in an unprecedented heat wave here in the deep south of the Western Cape, South Africa.  There have been three hikes since last posting, two in Silvermine, and one in Tokai:


The first hike on Friday was up into the mountains above the reservoir in Silvermine.  The dogs caused us much amusement.  Here are some of the fun pictures:

 This one I have christened 'Puppy Love'.  Milly, the dog on the right literally fell in love with the dog on the left.  I have never actually seen a dog flirt, but trust me, Milly flirted.  There were even whisperings of 'tart'.  The stick became a ploy on the part of her suitor to lure her into a dance.

This one I have christened 'Who's the Boss'.  Harry, the dog, definitely has alpha tendencies and causes us much joy with his antics.

 Here is Milly again, with her master, although it is still not clear to me who is the Boss.

And a stop for tea next to a ravine:

From the attire, it is evident that the Cape Sauna has not yet emerged.  It was nippy with a chill wind and clouds were racing down the mountain.  I was pleased to be with a group.  If I had been on my own, I would have been rushing down to the cars so as not to be caught in the mist.


The second hike in Silvermine was on Monday.  The Cape Sauna had set in, and there was a general malaise and ennui amongst the group:  This was a flower day.  I took several which I have posted on Project 365 as Crassula, Watsonia and Water Lilly.


On Tuesday, in a sweltering heat, we hiked from the Tokai Arboretum up towards Elephant's Eye.  As the path above the forest towards Elephant's Eye was without shade, we chose not to go up, but to follow a countour path around the mountain.  Beforehand, in the parking lot, we had the opportunity to witness the antics of a troup of baboons.  I have posted some of the photographs on Project 365 as Beauty at a Price and Gym.  There were so many others.  Here is another one which amused me:

We stopped for very welcome refreshments, making the best possible use of shade:

And then returned home to nurse those wounded knees :).


On the home front, I have been working away diligently on drying fruit, watering the garden and conserving bottles of preserves.  My latest endeavours include butternut, peach and walnut chutney.  I used the butternut, apricot and almond recipe which is on the recipes page, substituting peaches and walnuts.  I conserved some yellow cling peaches with lemon grass and cinnamon bark.  I haven't yet tried these two.  I am going to let them 'rest' to let the flavours percolate a bit, and then try them myself before sharing.  


And today is my first bird watching course.  I really am looking forward to it.  How blessed am I that life should bring me such marvellous opportunities to experience the abundance of life, laughter and learning with so much beauty surrounding me.

Kommetjie Beach Walk

Around the festive season, the various chapters within U3A organise activities which are open to all members of U3A internationally.  People travelling to South Africa can choose to join in.  The False  Bay chapter hosted a beach walk in Kommetjie yesterday.  It was a fiercely hot day.  Earlier in the day, heavy mist rose off the sea.  As the day progressed, it cleared into a wonderful beach day, with the sun beating down on the hot sand.  Here are some pictures of participants:

At the start of the walk

Stopping for Tea

The committee in action at Tea

A light lunch at the end of the walk

As always, there were dogs with us.  These pictures are of two of them cooling off:

Some lovely scenes along the way:

Slangkop Light House - reputedly the tallest in South Africa

Wave after wave highlighted in the mist

Boats navigating in and out of the channel

As always, a lovely day.  More pictures can be found at Fishing on a misty morning, Stairway to haven and Wave upon wave, on Project 365.


Whilst away, the dehydrator was busy reducing a box of bananas into a small tupperware.  

A Flat Earth Walk: Green Point Stadium

Back to hiking.  My beautiful world is restored.  

I got up at 04h00 to turn over produce in the dehydrator - out with the cucumber chips, in with some apricots.  Then I readied for the hike.  I have posted several pictures on Project 365, commencing 31st December through to 9th January.  I realise that this is a bit of a cheat.  It is just that I have been so busy, and haven't taken opportunities to take 'real' pictures, so would have posted vast quantities of drying fruit, which I am sure would have become somewhat boring.  Instead I posted lots of pictures of beadwork animals, which are far more entertaining.

Probably the best fun today, was going to the gym:

I love it when people get into the spirit of things :).  We had fun.  I have taken this shared moment and tucked it into my personal memory box - the place where I go when I want to remember how great it is to be alive.

Then we stopped for tea:

After that we walked back to the cars 'the long way round', past the military garrison and along the promenade.

It does look as if some of the innovation at Green Point Stadium has come from the Olympic Park in Seoul.  I saw several features which caused me to reminisce.  I will invite Dani to go with me and see what she thinks.

Then back home to the wilting cucumbers that I had forgotten to store, and which had to spend a few minutes back in the dehydrator to get them crispy again, and to check on the apricots which have been drying away.  These are taking forever!  The apricots are large and fresh and juicy.  I figure they're in for a 24 hour session.

The day re-ignited my love for this city.  We have absolutely no idea how fortunate we are to have the mountains, the sea, and expanses of parkland to roam in freely. 

My Inner Kitchen Goddess is graduating

With a birthday coming up, and various groups of people to celebrate with, I spent the day preparing goodies to share.  This week is my debut into sharing some of the skills that I have learnt over the past few weeks.


I went and collected fruit and veg, and this is what I have made:
4.5 dehydrated cucumbers, to serve as chips with a home made Almond/Apricot/Butternut chutney and home made yoghurt dip;
30 dehydrated kiwi fruit, some of which I have prepared as glace for dipping in chocolate;
8 bottles of fruit conserve - some peach, some apricot and some peach/plum mixes;
2 batches of jam squares, using home made jam.
I have surpassed even my own expectations :).


The cucumber chips will be for knitting club on Tuesday;
The jam squares will be for my team meeting on Tuesday;
The glace kiwi fruit are for introducing my wonderful new skill to friends;
I think I'll make some Rawlicious biscuits to share with the group that I hike with on Friday.


The conserve I will keep to see me through the winter months when summer fruits are either expensive or not available.


What is even more amazing is that my kitchen is more or less back to its normal level of chaos.  My cupboards are bulging with bottles, tubs and jars of prepared goodies.  AND I still have some recycled bottles which are pristine clean, free of their historical gummy labels and ready to be refilled with fruit and chutneys of my choice. I feel replete.

Dehydrating: A quantum leap for my inner kitchen goddess

It is not such a long time ago that I lay awake, tossing and turning, confused and bewildered, trying to find answers to questions that I never dreamed I would confront in my lifetime.  It is ever such a long time ago that I lay awake planning, checking, mentally preparing, patting myself on the back:  and a much, much longer time since I actually got up to go and admire something that I produced.


Last night was the latter for me.  I barely slept.  I had been active all day, and the hamster wheel in my head has been re-activated.  You might ask why?  Here is why:

Roll-ups, yoghurt, dried parsley, tomatoes, kiwi fruit and bananas

And just in case you don't like the side view, here is one from the top :):

The piccies are not great - certainly not Project 365 material.  I stumbled through after an all but sleepless night, dragging my camera with me, and took these when the light was shining in from the lounge window.  I didn't want to dredge up the green pepper and apricots which have already been sealed into their storage containers.  The roll-ups have now been cut up into smaller pieces and individually wrapped and the kiwi and banana have been put into bags and sealed into a plastic container.  The kiwi fruit look exceptionally pretty.  They are a definite repeat, as are the bananas.  And the roll-ups?  Absolutely.  I think of everything that I have tried so far, they have turned up trumps.

I suspect that I have found a hobby for myself which might grow into one of the small income projects that I keep dreaming about.  I thoroughly enjoy it, and seem to have a knack for it.

Busy dehydrating at the moment are small amounts of:

   The most wonderful cookies in the world;

   Some celery;

   Some cucumber;  

   Some apple;

   Some lemon;

   Some broccoli;

   Some salad corn;

   The rest of the peppers.

I am trying small amounts of lots of things to see how they turn out and how long they take.  Confession time says that I slightly over-dried the apricots.  This isn't a major problem as the role of these apricots is to become ingredients in healthy snack bars, so actually slightly crispy works quite well.  It does mean that I learnt quite a bit about not over-drying.

I have just spent a very gooey hour in the kitchen slicing up mangoes to put into the dehydrator overnight.  Then I think, if I can tear myself away from experimenting, that I will give it a rest for a while.  The kitchen is oozing bottles and jars and tupperwares and boxes and spices which need to be sorted out and packed away before I embark on the next round of chaos.  Simmering in a pot are the pips.  If the resulting puree is thick enough, they might become an experimental roll-up.  Otherwise the pips will be discarded and the puree will go into the worm bin.

A really nice side effect of all of this is that I have incredibly happy worms.  They are still alive after the onslaught of peelings, particularly fruit, into their bin.  However, they do seem to be somewhat sated.  Usually when I lift the partition above theirs, they take a bit of time and then slide under the soil into darker regions.  Now, they wriggle a little bit and go back to lying sleepily.  I have prodded a few, and they do seem to be ok.  Maybe they are doing the equivalent of a spa day.

And my compost heap is no longer looking dry and dusty.  It is covered with the citrus leftovers and the peppers that I discarded as not being up to scratch.  Which means, of course, the after a very long sleep, I'm going to have to dig out the fork and turn it a bit - sigh.

What was really spectacular is that I breakfasted on bran, fresh yoghurt, and some of the cherries that I bottled last week - all preservative free, with only the cherries containing sugar.  I mean, I dreamed of learning to live abundantly.  I think I've arrived :).

Dehydrating: Baby Steps

Yesterday I purchased a dehydrator.  Such a simple statement.  Nothing prepared me for becoming a slave to my dehydrator.  Between 15h00 yesterday afternoon and now, I have dehydrated the following:

1 box of apricots from the market.  The box is quite large, estimated at about 7 kgs.  I managed to reduce half the large box into a small bag of dried apricots, and five apricot rollups, the latter of which are still dehydrating away.

4 large green peppers.  The four large green peppers are now a handful of miniscule strips hiding in a 2 litre tupperware;

12 small tomatoes harvested from the garden;

1 tray of parsley harvested from the garden;

3 bananas.

In between, I managed to tuck in a litre of yoghurt.  I seem to have spent the entire day standing over pots of apricot puree, watering the garden, making the yoghurt, hunting down recipes, and generally exhausting myself for what amounts to the equivalent of 1 litre of dried produce and 1 litre of yoghurt.

I actually can't remember when last I had so much fun :).  It is really nice to learn a new skill and to have a reasonable success rate along the way.

Tomorrow I plan to get stuck into the box of mangoes which is waiting on the windowsill [this is where the overflow from the kitchen is living for the time being], and also to try the absolutely divine biscuits for which there is a recipe in the book entitled 'Rawlicious'.  Oh, also, I will try my hand at kiwi fruit.  The world of dried food is now my oyster.

So, no piccies today.  I will try to come up with some eye candy for the next post.

More skills in abundance

This is the first post of 2012.  Yesterday, being the first day of 2012, was both a Sunday and a Holiday.  It was ever so hot - that dry breathless air that seems to almost suck the air out of one's lungs.

Helen, one of my kitchen goddess mentors, had lent me a flask in which to make yoghurt.  So yesterday was my first attempt.  I made the first batch and let it mature for the day, and then tasted it.  It has to be the best yoghurt I have ever tasted - more like cream, really, than yoghurt - and low fat, to boot!  It was so yummy that I landed up having breakfast cereal with yoghurt for supper.  And I made my second batch:

I have the ability to make .5 litres at a time, given my current flask capacity.  The above was .5 litres of milk, some fat free powdered milk and a maximum of 15 minutes in the kitchen.  It is worth every moment, I promise you.

I also made some jammies:

Tucked underneath the desiccated coconut is the strawberry jam that I made last season.  They turned out really nicely. 

I was planning to go walking with the Flat Earth people today.  It is overcast and rainy enough to dissuade me from that.  Instead, I will continue to grow my kitchen goddess with the following:

On the left are the last of the cherries that we picked a fortnight ago.  They steeped in sugar over night in the fridge.  In the middle are sunflower seeds, soaking in a light brine, which I will roast for forthcoming salads.  On the right is a tub of gooseberries that also steeped in sugar overnight.  Today will be my first shot at bottling berries, which will hopefully retain some meausre of 'wholeness', and roasting seeds.

And last, but by no means least, I stumbled across this, care if Dipyo:

In my current journey through life, where I am emerging from a crossroads of note, I have spent some time dwelling on the masks that we wear.  Masks are always sourced in self esteem issues, otherwise why would we bother to wear them?  The physical side of masks are easy to quantify:  clothes and jewellery for our physical bodies; make-up and cosmetics for our faces; debt in order to buy the up-market house and fancy car that we can't actually afford.  What is of much more interest to me is the psychological masks that we wear:  pretending that we don't care, when actually we do - sourced in the fear of rejection, perhaps; pretending that we do care, when actually we don't - sourced in the codependence of wanting to be 'liked' by others, maybe;  aggression - sourced so often in our inner pain that we don't even begin to understand; and so, so many more.  I have two new year resolutions arising out of the above:

1)  I am going to try to live authentically, deviating from this only where I might offend others in the process;

2)  Try to remember that everyone around me is just like me.  Every single one of them is more than what I see.