Last night we had walnut loaf for dinner. Everyone loves this recipe. You don't even need to be a big fat smelly hippy. I discovered this recipe after my dear friend Pickle North made it for us one time. Even Mr Duck the meat eater likes it and asks me to make it again often.
It is simple and cheap and apparently planet friendly and also delicious hot or cold but especially with home made relish.
The original recipe is from "Diet for a Small Planet" but Frances Moore Lappe. I haven't read the original book, though I am very familiar with its concepts. I like the general premise that it isnt a lack of food that causes hunger, its a lack of democracy.
The recipe is here, although I don't add the caraway seeds, and I don't use so much cheese, I just use 2 onions etc etc etc.
Anyhoo, cruising the internets for recipes of a similar ilk, I came across this:
7 principles for a climate friendly diet which kinda sums up how I like to eat in a neat little small blue green planet loving package. Here are the principles here - only slightly reconstituted by the duck.
1: EAT REAL FOOD (processed, packaged, GM foods are from the devil)
2: EAT PLANTS
3: FAVOUR ORGANIC FOODS (certified or otherwise)
4: FAVOUR LOCALLY GROWN FOODS (support local food production and local farmers)
5: GROW WHAT YOU CAN, BUY WHAT YOU NEED, COMPOST AND RETURN TO SOIL WHAT YOU DON"T USE. (Sending organic waste to landfill is the path of the devil)
6: REFUSE OVER PACKAGED FOODS OR PACKAGING THAT CAN"T BE COMPOSTED OR REUSED
7: GET YA ARSE BACK INTO THE KITCHEN (and the garden - learn to grow, cook and preserve food)
Anyway, I thought this was nice.
I also especially liked this little quote from the same author:
Hope is not what we find in evidence. Hope is what we become in action. Frances Moore Lappé
In other delicious lovely news Queenie and I set off at dusk last night to travel up river to pick wild plums. I have had my eye on this little copse of trees for some time, and they are just about perfect. I picked and picked and picked and then loaded up Queenie with about 20kg of plums. Really, I just had to stop because it was dark. The trees are laden and I suspect I may be the only urban hunter gatherer to know and love these particular trees. You do have to be a bike rider or avid runner, because bike path along the Molonglo River Corridor is the only way to get there. There, now you all know.
I gave special thanks to Queenie's ultra stable front rack, kickstand and steering stabilization spring as I set off by moonlight on the long dawdle home.
There are really only two things to do with such a wonderful harvest. Split the load in two. Put half into some melomel, and deliver the other half to the girls next door for value adding. I have no doubt I will be presented with an array of delicious and interesting concoctions in the coming days.
Thats about it.
Oh, I also found this little gem out there in the internets as well.
We must not believe in hope we must become hope, we must not believe in love we must become love, we must not believe in forgiveness we must become forgiveness, we must not believe in peace we must become peace...
Tony Angastiniotis Night Eagle
May there be peace on earth and may it begin with us. Amen.