Kurma

I spent a pleasant Sunday cooking with a team of 'boys and girls' in Berry, a groovy little town down south from Sydney.

Jeanne (above, top row, third from right) and Sandra (above, bottom right) and I had been corresponding about this for the last year. It was Jeanne that finally 'ran with the ball' and arranged everything - the venue (her lovely home in the woods), and the crew (her yoga friends, and friends of friends).

Some of the girls decided to get a better view of the fresh cheese as it pressed itself to perfection.

A granite mortar makes a great panir-cheese press.

One of the girls brought in a huge basket of Tuscan Cabbage, one of my all-time favourite vegies. I brought some home.

The feast, as usual, was memorable. A truly groaning banquet table.

As this tired little Kurma loaded his luggage into the car to the train station, I espied some frogs in the Aloe Vera. Farewell froggies, farewell Berry. Such is my Minestrone life...

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Very well thank you! My snow peas, that is. I've been experimenting with new things in my micro-garden.

They're in a large terracotta pot (no more spare ground space) so they won't be a colossal vine, but my gardening is all about the pleasure and convenience of growing things that can be picked and offered with love.

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Holy cow, what’s Chrissie’s beef? From The Times, November 7, 2009

"Sitting on the floor of a cattleshed, at the business end of a cow, Chrissie Hynde is trying to get to grips with a set of udders. “Are there four of them?” she shouts above the Hare Krishna devotional music blaring out of a CD player in the corner. After a few moments of grappling, milk comes squirting into the pail between her feet. “Awesome!” cries the lead singer of the Pretenders. “I bet Jordan can’t do this.”.. read the whole article...

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