My Garden ~ a Kiwi's take on life

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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

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 put them on a gatepost so they are easily found. As I see it, we are here on this place to respect and to preserve nature, not to develop the land. I love how the totara trees stand in silent witness to our human activity. They keep me honest. I love to wander along the stream bank. I like being able to grow fruit and vegetables. I enjoy green open space. My son challenged me to write a blog using my garden diaries to start. Writing a blog is quite different to my diary scribblings. It is for a different audience. In every post, I have to make a conscious effort to get free of an academic style of writing. I write about things I know and do in my everyday life. I am not a photographer but the images I use are taken by me. I believe this adds veracity to my voice in each post. Learning to setup and to manage a blog has been a major effort and remains a work in progress. Who knows where this will lead. Himself and I thought we had retired, about to define this older phase of our life together. But family commitments continue. As it happens, I share this place with Himself, son and grandsons and living creatures who live charmed existences. I watch on as they serve as actors weaving their ways across the stage of daily life. Shakespeare wrote in As You Like It: All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; Always, there's something to write about life lived as I know it.

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