Mangiar la Foglia

About a week ago these posters appeared all over our village: "Mangiar la Foglia" - Eat the Leaf.  It announced a 2-day wildfood event orgnised by our local council.  Those of you who know me, will know that I immediately got very excited indeed.  Whilst I do know many of the wild edibles in our region there's always scope to learn some more.  And of course our helpXers currently with us also have an interest in free and wholesome food.

The event kicked off on Friday night with a talk and slideshow in the village sports centre.  The speaker introduced himself as an enthusiast rather than an expert, and he said he would restrict his lecture on seasonal greens found in our region only, thus excluding the whole field of fungi, which he reckoned merited a separate lecture.  He then proceeded in showing us slides of some 100 plants and told us about their uses and how to identify them.  Many examples were laid out on a table too for everyone to touch and ask about.  There was so much information crammed into the 2 hour talk, that it was impossible to take it all in and it bode well for the guided walk the next day.  80 people had turned up for the event (i.e. a third of the entire population, although a few people turned up from outside the village).

Saturday afternoon we all met up again down in the valley, where the whole crowd started off, initially in an orderly fashion with only occasional dives into the grassbanks...

...into the olive groves of a local landowner (with his express permission), where a true wild food gathering frenzy ensued...

The two accompanying experts were in constant demand:  "Can you eat this?"

"This is how you cut this"

Stephen, one of our helpers, proudly displaying a find.  The message being, anything that vaguely looks like dandelion is edible, although I forget what this one was called.

Amongst our more interesting finds were wild parsley (above and below).  Although it does not smell as intensly of parsley the taste is unmistakable.

This they simply called salvia / sage, but it doesn't resemble common sage in any way, neither in looks nor smell.  It must be different variety altogether although I haven't been able to find out what it is exactly:

The roots of this plant are very tender and tasty.  Someone named it Castracano, but I may have picked the name up incorrectly as I can't find anything under this name.  Anyone know what this is:

Of course Addie also enthusiastically joined in the fun.

Amongst other treasure we found were aspragine, navel's wort, we found that some of the aspargus we've been collecting wasn't asparagus at all, but hop shoots, which are just as edible.  After some exhausting foraging the owner of the olive groves served us all with a snack of testaroli (local type of pancake) with pesto and a glass or three of his wine.

The whole event finally wound up back at the village hall, where we had a dinner of wild asparagus risotto wild greens tart and a grilled meat platter accompanied by a mixture of wild greens.

 

It happened to be Stephen's birthday as well, so it was a memorable one for him.  Sadly Frances and Stephen were on their way again this morning heading south, but they promised to see us again on their way back up the Italian boot.  If you want to read what they have made out of the olive pruning and their other adventures check out their blog.  I'm pleased to say that not only have we benefitted from their help with the olives and the repair on our terraces, but have also gained a couple of new friends.  That is what helpX should all be about.  Thank you Frances and Stephen!

NB: I've just figured out that it's called aspraggine and in English known as Hawkweed Oxtongue.  It's what Stephen is holding up on the central picture.

Olive Pruning

The weather suddenly turned spring-like, giving us a chance to finish off the pruning of the olives. We had started looking after the olive grove last year. Before that the trees hadn't been touched for some 10 years, so major restorative pruning was called for. We never managed to finish all the trees last year, so we needed to take care of the remaining 15 odd trees, which had grown to a majestic height.

Thursday just Susan and I made a start, then Thursday evening reinforcements arrived out of the blue: two more helpXers arrived, Stephen and Frances from England. Even better they came with their own accomodation, as they are travelling around Europe in their camper van. The kitchen is already full with my cousin Bart and our other helpXer Addie. We immediately found we got on extremely well and they agreed to help us finish the pruning.

I climbed up into the trees with the chainsaw cutting off the big branches, Susan, Frances and Stephen cut the branches into smaller bits and dragged them up to the fireplace while Addie picked a bunch of nettles, sorrel and mallow to make a wild food soup which we then cooked on the embers of the fire.

Bart was in charge of the fire.

Last night we celebrated a job well done by downing numerous litres of vino. Today my head feels a bit delicate and we're enjoying a well deserved break. So thank you sooooooo much to our helpers, we wouldn't have been able to finish the job so quickly without you.

If my ramblings sound a little disjointed, it is because I still feel a bit disjointed...

Of wild food and spring preparations

We've been having a little helper with us again, Addie from California, although we haven't quite agreed what we all call her so we don't confuse her with Eddie, the Beagle.  Here was one of those situations: "you talking to me or him?"

Addie has come here to learn more about wild foods, so we have been indulging in my favourite past time once again.  We've been eating wild asparagus 'til we were sick (literally in the case of Bart my cousin, who likes it so much here, we can't get rid of him any more...), we've made my Spring Tart, crystalised angelica stems, Everything we could find soup, gorse flower wine, wild salads, etc.  Everything really started growing now as the temperatures slowly creep up.  This week rain is threatening the bits we haven't secured yet, we'll still be busy with this for a while.

Of course we have been sowing the usual things inddors and outdoors, but I won't go into details.  Today we planted 2 new trees though, Franz, the Kaiser pear tree is to replace the pear tree which got washed down the hill by the landslides.  Unlike my other pear trees, this one is a late ripener.  We also planted a new olive tree, a 'Pendolino'.  I was going to christen it Edgar, after EdgarAllen Poe, because of the story The Pit and the Pendulum, but was outvoted by Addie, who wanted to name it after her best friend Bela.  So from now on it shall be introduced as "Bela, you can call him Edgar".

Addie refused to pose with him...

So far our latest update.  Adiie is out as we speak, hunting for some borage to make Ravioli al Boragine... Mmmh!

Signs of Life

This is both a sign that we are still alive as well as nature waking up to a new growing season.  Apologies for the long gap in posting, but I had to go to see my parents as they had some health problems and needed urgent help.  So I was out of the country for a bit, but luckily my cousin was still here to hold the fort together with Susan and Eddie, the Beagle.

During my absence they aparently didn't have the best of weather (I experienced snow and sub-zero temperatures while in Germany), but still managed to make some progress with supporting more damaged terraces.  Rains did cause some more minor damage on some terraces we hadn't secured yet, but all in all I came home to a general improvement.

They also planted the potatoes while I was away:

In other news the pak choi in the older coldframe is doing well:

and Al & Capone the almond trees are in flower:

Spring is on it's way!  We are expecting another helper this week who is particularly keen on wild foods, so soon we'll be gathering our wild asparagus and other spring greens.  It's still cold, but an end is in sight.  This year better be an improvement on last...

Life Is Good!

 

When I started blogging I did it as a way of keeping in contact with existing friends and family, as a note to self and maybe, quite possibly come across some like-minded people who might find my ramblings useful or have some useful advice to give to me, because, quite frankly, I had no idea what I was doing when I started on my path to self sufficiency.  So the last thing I was expecting was to make new friends via this medium let alone find new additions to my family.  

But that is just what has happened!  Not only have I made some great friends, some of whom I have actually met in REAL life (non of them so far have turned out to be axe wielding psychopaths...) and I have gained a brother and sister.  So I am especcially pleased to have received an award from aforementioned sister (needless to say our brother got one too... :)).  She goes by the name of Ohiofarmgirl and she blogs about her life in an Amish village (I don't think she is Amish given her like of Tequila...) growing food, raising all sorts of livestock and hating pigs.  So thank you sooooooooooooooooooo much sis, I shall oblige with the rules of thanking you, answering a bunch of silly questions and passing it on.  

Here we go:

1. If you blog anonymously, are you happy doing this? If you are not anonymous, do you wish that you had started out anonymously, so that you could be anonymous now?
I sometimes think I should have stayed anonymous, especcially since various authorities and banks are after me around Europe and I'm now rather easy to find.  But hey, who's worried?  I never thought this would go much beyond my original circle of friends.

2. Describe an incident that shows your inner stubborn side.
Well, the recent landslides on our land and my determination to carry on illustrates it quite nicely I think.  But another early incident in my life was when I was hitchhiking to Greece with a friend aged 18.  I refused to take a bus even for a few miles to get to a better spot to hitch a lift, preferring to remain at a dusty spot for 36 hours on the outskirts of Zagreb.

3. What do you see when you really look at yourself in the mirror?
I don't look into a mirror much, only when trimming my beard, which only happens when I start eating more hair than cream cake.  Then I see lots of hair.  I've given up going to hairdressers, because I get spooked by sitting in front of a large mirror for any length of time.


4. What is your favorite summer cold drink?
There's nothing like a cold beer after a hard day's work.  If I don't have that excuse, a fresh glass of Prosecco with some olives and bruschette.

5. When you take time for yourself, what do you do?
Reading is high up on the list.  Anything from light fiction to old classics, gardening books, philosophy.  Listening to some music is also great.  Again my taste is fairly Catholic (in the sense of all encompassing...)  I listen to anything from Bach to the Stones, a lot of weird and wonderful world music, Mongolian throat singing, Finnish folk, Blues, Jazz, you name it.  As I write this I am listing to Ojos de Brujo Flamenco.

6. Is there something that you still want to accomplish in your life? What is it?
I still want to reach a greater degree of self-sufficiency.  Livestock will have to be a part of this, bees, chickens, goats, a wild boar or two...  We're also phantasising about an eco-village... And I want to meet my long lost brother and sister in the flesh.

7. When you attended school, were you the class clown, the class overachiever, the shy person, or always ditching?
I hated school from day one I hated school.  My brother (the one that I have met) taught me everything I thought I needed to no (counting to 1000 in German and English, the alphabet, who played at Woodstock and how to get into a cinema for films rated 16+), so I wasn't interested.  I went to one of the roughest schools in town, so it was best to keep your head down to avoid being head-butted.  Whenever it was safe to stick your head up though I tended to make the jokes.  If I did offend one I could always refer them to my big brother, which usually did the trick.

8. If you close your eyes and want to visualize a very poignant moment in your life, what would you see?
When I was 5 years old going to Rotterdam City Hall with my mother (I was brought up in Germany).  It was time with our constant travelling between Holland and Germany that I had my own passport.  The only question was, whether it should be a Dutch passport or a German one.  So my mother took me along to ask whether I would be drafted into the Dutch army when I was 18 if I lived outside the country..  The answer was no, thus I avoided both the German and the Dutch army draft and stayed a pacifist all my life.


9. Is it easy for you to share your true self in your blog or are you more comfortable writing posts about other people or events?
Nope, this is me as I live and breathe.

10. If you had the choice to sit down and read a book or talk on the phone, which would you do and why?
Read a book every time.  I find it difficult talking to people I don't see.  When I worked with deaf children many years ago in India I found that when you only have your body language available to speak, it is impossible to lie.

I would like to pass this award on to two people: Laura at the French Country Challenge who has threatened to visit me in the near future, even if she has been a bit quiet of late and Vrtlarica, with the unpronouncable name, who gardens and smokes bacon in Croatia (ps: I believe the first part of her name means garden...)

Reinforcements have arrived

...to reinforce the terraces and repair the damage.  My cousin from Holland has been with us for almost 2 weeks now and staying for another 2 months to help with clearing up the damage caused by the landslides.  Much needed support.  So far we have built some supports such as this one:

... built an additional cold frame:

constrcuted a raised bed, which we have planted with various brassica:

Daytime temperatures have been quite spring-like and we are making good progress.  Next week the first instalment of spring sowing will get under way and things are looking a lot brighter than a month ago.

Saved from landfills

I'm out of commission for a couple of days due to sore toe.  Nothing serious, but I need to give it couple of days rest.  Shame, as the weather has been rather good recently, but hey, this gives me a chance to write a blogpost I've been meaning to do for a while.

Below find an incomplete list if things we found on rubbish tips near us or prevented from going even that far during the last year.  This list only includes the things that I remember and I know as soon as I publish this list, I'll remember half a dozen others, but it gives you a flavour anyway:

We start with our latest find, a piggy iron watering can:

 

..and on the piggy theme a piggy bank:

It actually had money in it, but unfortunately they were old Italian Lire, which are no longer legal tender.  The rude inscription means "What balls!".

Next, ampngst the many bits of furniture we found a new Ikea occasional table,

a sturdy bookshelf with one slightly gnawed leg,

a fold-up high chair,

a comfy arm chair (ok ugly pattern and a bit dirty, because the dog likes lying in it...but comfy!)

Numerous other more rickety chairs, some are sitting on our land others eventually fed the fire.

On top of that a number of useful kitchen implements such as this espresso maker with all bit attached and fully functioning, retail value €60:

a pasta maker, which just needed cleaning up a bit,

an almost complete matching dinner set

as well as numerous non-matching plates, bowls baking trays and saucepans and a new bucket and mop

We also found 2 bicycles, one mountain bike needing minor repairs and a sports bike, still needing an overhaul.

a large, sturdy rucksack, ideal for going skipping with to save more things from landfills

Finally not pictured a pair of new Diesel trainers in Susan's size, numerous bits of wood for either burning or repairing our terraces, glass windows for constructing cold frames (another one is planned), some functioning wrist watches (I didn't even know I needed one), some picture frames and... and... that's all I can remember just now.

Isn't it amazing what people throw away?