food

Goodbye piggies, hello pork chops.

by frogpondsrock on March 15, 2010

On Saturday, The Spouse and I loaded the girls into a borrowed trailer and drove them off to be killed. It felt like I spent more time glancing into the rear vision mirror checking the girls than I did watching the road. I was really quite nervous towing two hundred kilos of pig down the highway, especially when Sweety started to lean on the trailer’s gate.I had visions of one of the girls leaping out of the trailer and I had to stop myself from imagining all kinds of mayhem.

I was relieved when I turned off the highway onto the gravel road and I could just dawdle along at 60 k’s. I had never towed a trailer for any distance before and it really feels like you are driving with the handbrake on and the arse end of the car feels all floaty.

When we arrived at our destination, The Spouse took over and reversed the trailer into position.With a bit of encouragement and a bucket of pellets, the girls just hopped out into a stock crate and started to eat.

‘X’ gave the girls a pat and as I watched him scratching Blue behind the ear, I felt heaps better about letting him kill the girls. He had a nice easy manner about him and I could tell that he genuinely liked pigs.

We discussed how I wanted the girls cut up and all the while he was giving Blue a bit of a scratch behind her ear and I felt so much lighter. I didn’t realise how much the thought of someone else killing my animals had been stressing me out. Because what is the point of raising your own animals if at the end they are going to be killed badly. I left X’s place confident that the girls would be killed quickly, cleanly and efficiently.

As we drove down the long drive way, the top two boards of the trailer fell off. The spouse and I looked at each other and went, “Fuck we’re glad that didn’t happen half an hour ago!”

We go back and pick up the pork next Saturday. Veronica is keen to have a go at making some bacon and pancetta as well as some ham and she is going to be detailing the process she goes through on her food blog.

I mooched around the house all afternoon twittering that I had empty sty syndrome. It is really quiet here without the girls. I will be getting some more pigs soon but we, meaning ‘The Spouse’, will have to do some work to the pig sty and their run before I can have any more piggies.

I have uploaded a short, 90 second clip showing the girls in their pen. You can see how they have eaten nearly all the greenery in this front part of their run. I want to extend the run and make it a bit sturdier with permanent fences so that it is easier to move the girls around.I also want to have a bit of a vegie garden down there as well with raised garden beds made from sheets of corrugated iron.

At the end of the clip when I am giggling and the camera is waving all over the place, it is because Blue came up to me and shook herself like a dog, spraying me with mud. I was trying to hop back over the electric fence before she could rub against me and get me even muddier. Harry the dog was about to leap in and protect me as well and you can hear me telling him to get back, which he did.

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It is nearly time.

by frogpondsrock on March 7, 2010

in Animal cruelty,blogging,food,On my soapbox,The pigs

How do you like the new look to my blog? Veronica spent all day working on my new theme yesterday and I am really pleased with it. There are just a few minor tweaks that need to be done, like soften the white background to more of an ivory colour and then frog ponds rock is ready to roll into the year of the tiger. Yay.

It is nearly time to send the pigs off to be killed. This is the first time that we have ever sent animals off the property to be slaughtered and I don’t really like it. So I have been procrastinating about ringing up the slaughterman and the girls just keep on growing.

We could kill the girls here but we dont have anywhere to hang them after they are done. So I have made the hard decision to have a professional slaughterman do the job. I have no idea how we are going to get them into the trailer to transport them there but The Spouse is working on a plan.

I felt a bit foolish asking the slaughterman how he would kill the girls but it was very important for me to know the details, as some people just cut the pigs throats and let them bleed out, in order to collect the blood to make black pudding. He shoots them first and then cuts their throats once they are dead, so I was very relieved. I am still a bit worried that they will be in a pen together when they are killed and I will have to ask if they can be separated. The Spouse thinks I am being silly and says the girls will become more stressed if they are separated.

Ack! It is hard being a carnivore.

Duck season has opened and I am always reminded of the scene in a Bugs Bunny cartoon where Daffy and Bugs are arguing about whether it is duck or rabbit season and Elmer just blasts Daffy anyway.

This long weekend hunters have headed off to shoot ducks and protesters have headed off to protest and disrupt the hunt. A protestor has already been injured.

Police say the rescue helicopter was called about 9:00am (AEST) to retrieve a 35-year-old woman who was part of a campaign to disrupt the hunt at Moulting Lagoon.

The woman, from Battery Point, was thought to have been bitten by a snake but it was later diagnosed as a suspected marine sting to her foot.

I find it interesting that the woman was from an inner city suburb and then I wonder what sort of shoes she was wearing. And all I can think of is ‘silly girl’ and shake my head.

The problem with these sort of emotive issues is that everyone gets all het up about eating poor cute little duckies and furry little wallabies. They ponce about the place waving placards and blowing whistles and then on the way home they go to the supermarket and buy a package of perfectly wrapped and presented pork chops, or skinless chicken breasts. They congratulate themselves on a job well done and don’t even give a thought to how the majority of our food is produced.

Where are the protestors with their placards at the top flight restaurants that serve wagyu beef. I dont see them being all disruptive in the deli section of woolworths protesting the hideous conditions pigs are kept in, to give us cheap bacon. The hypocrisy of it all does my head in.

Now to totally change the subject before I really get worked up. I used the contact form on the bloggies page and got the breakdown of the votes for the Best Australian/ New Zealand category. God had already sent me the breakdown (thanks God) but I went ahead and asked for my own anyway as I have always been a tad suspicious of direct messages from God.

Not Drowning, Mothering: 800

Frog Ponds Rock: 533

Today Is My Birthday!: 477

Life and Other Crises: 453

Mamamia: 430

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To kill two birds with one stone.

by frogpondsrock on March 1, 2010

in blogging,food,friendship,scenery

Or in my case to get two uses out of one batch of chicken drumsticks.

Yesterday morning I was trying to work out what I could do with a kilo or so of chicken drumsticks. As I was thinking through my cooking options I also followed a train of thought to do with healthy cooking when you are living below the poverty line. There is so much negative publicity out there relating to low incomes being synonomous with poor eating habits. On and on whirred my brain, busily formatting blog posts until I slammed back into a wall of negativity relating to that blasted review.

I stood in the kitchen chopping vegetables and stewing on the fact that the reviewer had spat out the word recipes like it was a curse. And that moment was when I finally let go of the review. Of course I occasionally share recipes I am passionate about good food as well as playing in the mud. Tosser.

So I need to say a big thankyou to everyone that has humoured me whilst I have been sulking over that stupid arsed review. I am finally over it now and that really is all down to you, my dear internetz. Whilst I was analyzing my responses to the review and giggling at some of your responses to my post about the review, I also had a bit of a think about my blog and why I am blogging. The main reason that I am still blogging is because I really enjoy the ongoing conversation that I am having with you my readers. Thanks to blogging I now have a large circle of online friends and I am not lonely anymore.

Your ideas for the dragon eggs have made the air around me crackle with creative energy. Your feedback, friendship and support gives me respite from the sadness that threatens to overwhelm me. You have all given me a great gift and I am thankful.

So back to the chicken,I threw them into a large pot with a chopped onion, three or four cloves of garlic, some carrots and potatoes. I tied together some sage leaves and fresh thyme from the garden I also threw in a good shake of mixed herbs and a pinch of salt. I simmered the pot on top of the woodheater until the drumsticks were cooked through and then I fished them out and put them aside for later.

Somehow I managed to get sidetracked by twitter and the telephone and before I knew it it was tea time and the spouse was looking a tad gaunt. I kept the peace by giving him a drumstick and shooing him back into his cave shed. I browned off the drumsticks in some olive oil and more garlic and dished them up with mashed potatoes, peas and gravy. Simple comfort food for a Sunday night.

Today I will tart up the soup base that I made yesterday, by throwing in some greenery from the garden, kale and silverbeet. I have a heap of zucchinis that I was given so I will probably throw some zuke in to the pot as well. I normally have frozen celery tops in the freezer that I keep specifically for soups and stock but I have just run out and the celery in the garden is looking very sad.

This pot of vegetable soup will be our main meal tonight and probably lunch tomorrow.I will also freeze three portions for my lunch this week whilst I am at the studio. So I think that I got my moneys worth out of that batch of drumsticks.

And just because I can here is a photo of the moon I took last night. I couldn’t be bothered setting up the tripod so I just went outside and pointed at the moon and hoped the shots wouldn’t be too blurry. They weren’t. Yay.

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When is a gluten free pizza not a gluten free pizza? When it is a Dominos Pizza of course.

by frogpondsrock on February 6, 2010

in Amy,Coeliacs,food,Gluten is EVIL!,On my soapbox

So Dominos Pizza has jumped on the gluten free bandwagon and is offereing a gluten free pizza. Fantastic, until you read the small print that says your meal may contain traces of gluten. Now I find this disclaimer to be very confusing. Does the gluten free base contain traces of gluten? Or will only the toppings have gluten? Is a trace amount of gluten supposed to be ok? Possibly gluten free, certainly doesn’t sound as enticing as gluten free.

Veronica is up on her soapbox talking about Dominos and coeliacs. I was more than happy to leave this debate in her capable hands until I received these tweets.

@frogpondsrock @Pizza_Dominos is doing the best they can in providing meal options 4 a variety of target groups.

My grand daughter isn’t a target group. She is a little girl with Coeliacs. Gluten damages her intestines, it gives her stomach pain and diarrhoea.The damage to her intestine takes three weeks to heal during which time she cannot absorb any nutrients from her food at all. Can you imagine not being able to eat for three weeks? How ill you would become? How much weight you would lose? A target group bah.

Then there was this @ reply that I only saw by chance.

@Pizza_Dominos @frogpondsrock thank you for your comment. Someone will be in touch on Monday to discuss

Ok? How exactly will they be in touch with me to discuss? I dont have an email address listed on my twitter account. Will @Pizza_Dominos tweet at me once or twice and think that is enough? Will they hope that because I don’t respond to their tweets that I have forgotten, or that I am busily ordering takeaway poison for my grand daughter right this minute.

Gluten free means gluten free. It doesn’t mean sort of gluten free-ish, or we would like it to be gluten fee so we can capture a niche market. I smell a marketing ploy that hasn’t been properly thought out.

Talk to me Dominos and we will see what comes of this. Explain your position and I will publish it here. My teenage son loves your pizzas but as I am the one that pays for them, I think he will be going through a bit of a Dominos free stage.

*edited, it has been brought to my attention that Dominos wasn’t responsible for the tweet referring to target groups. It was Andrew sticking up for Dominos and he would like me to get my facts straight.Or my tweets straight in this case.

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I can’t like this…

by frogpondsrock on February 1, 2010

in food,Grief,Hope,The pigs

When something isn’t quite right my grand daughter Amy wails, “I cant like this!”

I have been on an emotional rollercoaster all week.The bloggies nomination has had me on such a high that I have been skipping around the house hugging myself with excitement.The counterpoint to that joy has been the pain of knowing that the new people would be moving into Mum’s house sometime this week as well.

It has been a big week.

Yesterday I was out on the balcony admiring the beauty of the morning and mentally composing a blog post when I noticed a glint of shiny metal in Mum’s driveway. It was a moving van, the new people were moving some of their stuff into Mum’s house.

All my words vanished with a pop and I wanted to wail like a three year old, “I cant like this!” I wanted to screech my displeasure at the injustice of it all.I wanted to tell them to go away, get out of my mum’s house. But most of all I just wanted my mum.

Today the real estate agent rang me asking if I had noticed the new people moving in and if there was a trick to getting the hot water running as they were having some problems. I offered to go down and see if I could help.

I dont think I can adequately describe how it felt to see their furniture in Mum’s house. It wasn’t quite as horrible as I had imagined it would be and sitting here trying to analyze how I am feeling all I can think of is relief. I am feeling less stressed, my shoulders feel lighter and I now have a small measure of closure.

I couldn’t help with the hot water and after some small talk I came home. It isn’t Mum’s home any more it is the new peoples house.

So this afternoon I sat down to write a blog post about Tasmania in reply to some lovely emails from my new American readers. Just as I was about to start writing the pigs escaped from their yard. Blue, the larger of my two girls just went through the hot tape as if it wasn’t even electrified and they are having a fine old time wandering about the place wreck rending. After following the pigs around for about an hour or so, to make sure they didn’t wander off the property and become somebody else’s dinner. I snuck inside for a bit of a rest and to grab my camera because if I was going to follow them all over the place, I was at least going to photograph them for you as well.

Pigs are really friendly, intelligent animals. They are supposed to have the cognitive ability of a three year old child. I can certainly vouch for the fact that they are able to get up to as much mischief as a couple of toddlers.