Early in Feb I received a call from Jenny’s’ producer asking if she could chat to me on her show that afternoon about my blog. Turned out she wanted to talk about the VEG project. Whenever I am on Jenny’s show I see the traffic to my web site shoot up. Which then led to a journalist calling the next day, wanting to do an article on VEG for Business Day. These things seem to leap frog off one another. (For more on VEG, scroll down to previous posts – I haven’t figured out how to link older posts to this one!!)
A friend who I met walking dogs in the park has a girlfriend who works for a TV show. He gave her a copy of my book. The TV show is called Let’s Chat with Mel. Not long after she received my book, I was invited to come on the show to be interviewed by Mel. I arrived at my appointed time to go into make-up. I couldn’t believe how much they put on my face!
I work in television but do very little studio shooting, so this was different. They kept on reassuring me it would look natural under the lights. But for some one who wears very little make-up, I think my definition of ‘natural’ was a little different to theirs! You be the judge. The interview airs on 3 March, 8.00pm on DSTV Channel 110.
I gave a talk to the Randburg Garden Club this month and one member was celebrating her birthday. She recited a poem about growing old which was delightful. Here is a link to the poem. I am going to learn the poem to recite at my birthdays!
Big audience!
Signing books
Hillary Biller, a journalist on the Sunday Times (she used to be Angela Day for many years on the Star, so she knows about food) interviewed me last week for an article in the Lifestyle section. It will be on three women who have all written books on their veg gardens. I think it will be published this Sunday.
Gardens of the Golden City had a number of wonderful summer gardens on show this month. The first one I visited was Lesley Lewis’ garden in Victory Park. As I walked in she recognised me (something I am still getting used to . . . ) and took me on a walk through her vegetable garden. It was so rewarding seeing my methods being used on a larger scale and working so well.
Her vegetable garden was the best part of all the open gardens!
This sweetly scented snail vine was growing over her archways.
Lesley found a seedling for me to dig up which is now growing up one of my arches
Tosca is growing inches every day it seems.
No longer a ball of fluff, she is now a little dog. A mishievous little dog. She has discovered the joys of wading on top of the pool (which has been covered up for ages – I am planning to turn it into a natural pond, which Keith groans about whenever I mention it!) Sharp little teeth are useful for chewing holes in the netting so you can get under and paddle.
She loves her walks in the park with her big sister.
I get a kiss for carrying her across the mud – this is when she was still little enough to carry.
She also loves mango and water melon!
And loves her sister . . .
In amongst all of the above, I have managed to keep my garden growing. I have a round, yellow squash plant which I have to pick from every day otherwise I land up with a soccer balls.
The beans are still producing – my yin yang beans have been prolific and are quite beautiful.
I will give some to my various seed suppliers so they can propagate them and pass them on. Eggplant, tomatoes and greens continue in abundance.
Yesterday, in my vegetable garden under some rampant growth, I discovered a present a friend gave me a while ago. It was one of those red dragons you see in Chinese shops, next to the till. It is supposed to bring money to the area where it sits. Not really believing in a “money come dragon,” I thought it would look rather nice sitting in my veg garden and popped it onto a log. I am now a firm believer in all dragons and have moved my “money come dragon” to a far more prominent and respectful position.
Maybe I should move it to the kitchen so it can work its magic on Jane’s Delicious Kitchen?
]]>We are nearly finished shooting the next quarter of Jane’s Delicious Kitchen. Playing hide and seek with the sun doesn’t help speed things up. We should be halfway through quite soon. The layout is in process for the first section and it is looking DEE licious!
Despite being sodden the garden is producing phenomenal amounts of beans, squash, cherry toms, beetroot, greens etc. Fat green chillies are starting to turn and eggplant are plumping up. The potatoes are flowering and cabbages are bursting. Harvest, harvest harvest! I think my favourite taste from the garden right now is young gemsquash, steamed and eaten skins seeds and all. Yum.
Here are some recent harvest pics.
We have a new addition to our family. While on holiday in Kzn we were walking on the beach and a woman asked me if Tilu was a White German Shepherd. Turned out she had seen ten puppies at the vet the day before getting their innoculations. We quickly tracked them down to a family in Ramsgate and chose a little white ball of fluff. Tosca is a delight. Very independent and smart. And brave. Tilu is delighted with her new little sister and they spend hours wrassling. I dread to think what is going to happen to the garden over the next year. Once Tosca is big enough to really chase Tilu it will turn into a race track. Tosca has already started digging – and Tilu has remembered “Oh digging is fun!” Oh oh.
The garden is looking luscious, we have obviously had lots of rain. It is a bit too luscious in places – my catmint is exploding, lettuce, spinach and chard have turned into seed head towers and some of the beetroot have reached soccer ball size. But the beans, tomatoes, chillies, potatoes and squashes are thriving. An ex Jo’burger friend who now lives in Madrid was here this morning. He had forgotten how quiet it was – the only thing we could hear was birds.
It is good to be home.
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The morning we left Johannesburg it was below ten degrees, with an icy wind whipping the rain into a miserable day. Very unreasonable and unseasonable of Jo’burg in November. Grahamstown was the opposite: 37 degrees of dry heat. The response to the workshop had been so good that the venue had moved from a hall to a large garden of one of the club’s members. Celeste’s indigenous, flowing garden was the perfect place for the workshop.
The 40 plus attendees sat under large umbrellas while I was lucky enough to have a pergola over me (I might have melted otherwise. )
The garden club members laid on a glorious spread of cakes and snacks: tiers of luscious cup cakes, mouthwatering swirly sweet bites and perfect sandwiches. These Eastern Cape girls know how to entertain . . .
They had also organised a host of prizes, goodie bags filled with seeds, organic fertiliser, magazines etc. Everybody went home inspired and content.
Thanks particularly to: Karen for an historic night’s stay at her High Corner guest house, Anneliese and Mark for the use of their oh so comfy self catering cottage on their farm, Aloe Ridge, just outside Grahamstown and Celeste, for opening her home and garden to host the event.
We spent a few days at Port Alfred, staying at a spot right on the beach. Here is a drawing of the view.
This was an inspiring veg garden at the nearby town of Kenton-on-Sea.
We then went back to Grahamstown for a Thanksgiving dinner party where we ate huge amounts of food before braving the “legendary road” to Mindy and Robert’s farm. It is nestled in a valley with a rambling homestead.
Some of it is old and some only recently completed. Mindy and Robert hosted a poetry reading by Joan Meterlekamp from her latest book Burnt Offering. This was the christening event of Mindy’s new workshop and creative space, an airy double volume beautiful building.
Joan’s powerful words echoed in my head for days after, while swimming in the dam, playing with the two bright spark puppies, picking vegetables from the vast veggie garden and drinking Robert’s Green Goodness (a kick-start-to-the-day brew of spinach, lettuce and ginger juice.)
It was a good trip – and Grahamstown, we’ll be back . . .
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Marking where containers will go
And the garden today
I spent one morning transplanting the tomato seedlings I had sown in trays before we left. Hloniphani had carefully nurtured them while I was away and they were strong and healthy. Not two hours after I had finished transplanting, we had a monster hail storm. Everything was so thickly covered in white it looked like snow. I always find hail so exhilarating, even though I know it is busy smashing my plants. Some of the tomatoes survived and ten days later are looking healthy and bearing flowers. Others weren’t so lucky.
Talking tomatoes, a friend of mine called to say he had some Couer de Bouef tomato seedlings from seeds that had come from France the previous year. He did not have space for all the seedlings that had popped up. As I was about to leave to dig them out of his garden, a lovely Highveld thunderstorm popped up and poured down torrents. David’s garden is made from raised brick beds and is in a corner of his garden edged with border walls. The pathways are also cemented. The downpour was so strong it had created a dam in his pathways, about thirty centimeters deep. Luckily his raised beds are high enough so they weren’t flooded too. And luckily I have gumboots so awading I went. My Couer de Bouef seedlings are happily in their new homes, in my garden and spread amongst friends. Just the way seeds and seedlings should be spread.
]]>I will miss the food – al dente pasta cooked with simply prepared fresh ingredients, perfect pizzas, crispy ciabattta, buffalo mozzarella, swordfish (I know I shouldn’t have, but I did, just once. . .) sun kissed tomatoes, sweet figs, waist expanding cannoli and gelato . . .mmmm
First thing I did when I arrived home was walk through the garden picking a huge bowl of lettuce, spinach, asparagus (still some left!) and broccoli. I might miss the Sicilian food – but I have also missed cooking my own.
]]>While telling this story to friends, I realised I had mangled the title and was referring to it as Eat Drink Pray. I have decided Eat Drink Pray is an appropriate title for the week we spent on the Amalfi Coast. My book will never sell in this region – everybody already grows their own vegetables, everywhere. In the smallest corner, on rooftops, on staggeringly steep terraces there are vegetables. The last of the summer crops are at their luscious best. So eat we did. With gusto. Not once have I had to ask a single restaurant to bring me salt, pepper, balsamic or any additional condiment. Every meal has been perfect. Even a fast food paninini from a train station in Sorrento was fresh and tasty. And from fast food to two star Michelin dining. The wedding dinner was held at Palazzo Sasso’s Rossellini restaurant – I lost count of the number of courses around seven.
http://www.palazzosasso.com/en/palazzosasso/hotel-palazzosasso.php
Eat Drink Pray. This is the land of limoncello. A sweet, tart liqueur made from the peel of a variety of lemon only grown on this southern section of Italy. Every little shop sells its version of limoncello. And every courtyard of every home has lemon trees. They are grown up a trellised support, so the fully grown lemon tree forms a shady roof of a terrace, with lemons hanging within easy picking reach. Free tastings of limoncello are offered from many of the little breweries along the winding paths and alleyways. A shot of icy cold, fiery liqueur is one way to keep the legs moving up steep hills.
Eat Drink Pray – and pray I did. The narrow road which winds its way along the Amalfi coast is cut out of the sheer cliff face. In some sections I was looking out of the bus window, straight down to the Med, hundreds of metres below. The bus drivers, with cool mirror shades and hefty arm muscles, swing their passengers around corner after corner, hooting at oncoming cars (and other buses) to move out of their way. Sometimes there is no room for two vehicles to fit past one another and one has to reverse until there is an inch more space. We invented a game called ’spot the car without a ding.’ On average only one car in twenty is free of scrapes, scratches, dings and dents.
We are back in Naples for a few days. We will be visiting Pompeii, Vesuvius and Capri – and will without a doubt return to the hole in the wall restaurant for more of the ‘best pizza in the world’
]]>Instead of just a few guys who were planting some mealies and pumpkins on a spare patch, we had more than 30 people who wanted to learn how to grow vegetables. And more came from the management sector than from ops. What had started as an idea to help a few people with some vegetables, has turned into a very successful corporate and team building exercise. I have been holding a series of workshops with the team leaders and providing them with the material they need to pass the information on to their teams via study circles.
On Saturday members of the project gathered with their families to start clearing the land – nothing like a morning spent clearing dusty black jacks and monster bug weed to bond a team. A couple of sponsors have come on board to help them start their garden: Neutrog are providing organic fertiliser, Mayford are giving packets of seeds and a huge pile of organic compost is already on site, donated by Earth to Earth.
Before any clearing started:
After the clearing:
Clearing in progress:
Families helping:
Hard work!
With some of the team leaders:
Everybody was delighted to discover raised beds under all the growth. They even found a few carrots and onions – somebody has been here before us!
Discussing finer points of compost:
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