My Garden ~ a Kiwi's take on life

"I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills," William Wordsworth

My Garden ~ peaches are picked

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Had to pick all the Redhaven peaches because the waxeyes  were pecking away at the fruit. We picked about 30 kilos from our tree ~ so this morning I’ve been peeling and cooking the riper peaches to preserve them. Great aroma in the kitchen. I did some baking:

Peach Muffins:

Combine 2 cups of sifted self-raising flour, 1tsp cardamon and 1/2 tsp cinnamon with 3/4 cup caster sugar. Whisk 1 cup buttermilk, 2 eggs, 1/3 cup grapeseed oil until smooth. Stir the liquid mixture through  the flour, spices and sugar. Add 1 1/2 cups chopped peaches. Do not over-mix. Spoon into a greased 12-hole muffin tin. Sprinkle with demerara sugar. Bake at 180C for about 12 minutes until golden. This recipe doubles well so I made a batch for the freezer.

 Peach Tart:

Roll 400g short pastry and place in a 24cm diameter tart tin. Bake blind (I used a smaller diameter, round casserole dish to act as a weight on top of the pastry) for about 10 minutes at 180C. Remove the weight and then bake for about 10 more minutes. Whisk 200g quarg and 1 egg + 1 egg yolk until smooth. Stir in 3 tbsp ground almonds. Pour quarg mixture into the pastry case and then bake for about 10 minutes at 180C. Whisk 1 egg white until peaks form, then stir through 5 to 6 peeled and slice peaches. Pile the fruit mixture on top of the quarg filling. Sprinkle with demerara sugar and dust with ground almonds. Bake at 200C for about 15 to 20 minutes until golden. Leave to cool before serving.

Author: Jenny

A few years ago when I began blogging, I was in awe of the creative, the witty, the informative, the insightful posts by writers on WordPress. I was challenged by my son to write, to set up a blog, to expand my garden diary scribblings. Never did I think from scratching and grubbing in my garden dirt would sprout words of reflection, thoughts about life lived as I know it. My garden is where I lose myself, or as Himself likes to tell others, I lose either my coffee mug or wine glass. Well at least I do put them on a gatepost so they are easily found. Always, there's something to write or chat about life lived as I know it. I have a certain sense of amazement that my blogging community is expanding. In a previous life, I once was a teacher. A four-walled classroom is an artificial construct. When thirty or so teenagers with diverse learning needs filled the space, the more I listened, the more I observed my students, the more I learned. They had stories to tell, to write of things that interested them. Luckily for me we embarked on amazing journeys of discovery and learned together. Some say a lifestyle block is a no-lifestyle block. We like being able to grow seasonal food, to enjoy fresh air and open space. Himself and I thought we had retired, about to define this older stage of our life together, but family commitments continue. And so it another phase of discovery happens as I share this place with Himself, son and grandsons and a menagerie of living creatures who rule the roost.

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