Russian family lunch today. There was Russian egg decorating, piroshki and kulich with pashka.
I think we’re in the running for the most low-key, laid-back wedding of all time. “When is it going to be?” “Eh, whenever you’re in town?”
I move around
There are acres ever through me
Homemade nigella seed and zataar lavosh crackers with a homemade beetroot dip - I’m visiting friends in the city tomorrow, and made these so I don’t turn up empty-handed. I feel weird going to someone’s house and not bringing something, even with my mum.
Nigella seeds are one of my favourite spices, and zataar and beetroot are amazing together. I made a red capsicum/red pepper hummus to go along as well. The beetroot dip is from here and the lavosh recipe was adapted from a few places. It was really easy and they turned out totally amazing, so much better than I expected. The recipe can easily be doubled, and you can add whatever flavours/spices you like. The recipe below makes enough for appetisers for 2 people. I tripled this recipe to have enough for my friends and some leftover to give to my mum.
1.5 cups plain/regular flour
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon sugar
1/2 cup warm water
1/4 cup oil
1. Preheat the oven to 175C/347F. Line two baking sheets with parchment/baking paper.
2. Combine everything in a bowl and use a fork to bring it together. It’s a fairly wet dough, it should come together really easily. Just knead it gently with your hand until it’s all smooth.
3. Divide the dough into four pieces. Then on the work bench, sprinkle out a bit of whatever you’d like to add in, and roll the ball around in it. Fold the ball over and just generally work your spice/herb into the dough. Do that with each ball, and then set them aside under a tea towel to rest for a few minutes. If you start trying to roll them out straight away, they’ll spring back and be super elastic - resting them a few minutes just allows the gluten to relax.
4. Roll them out - You want them fairly thin, as thin as you can get without tearing the dough. Move onto a tray and use a pizza cutter or knife to cut them into shape.
5. Into the oven! They bake for about 10-15 minutes, depending on thickeness and size. Just keep an eye on them, and when they’ve browned and are crispy to the touch, they’re done. Don’t put them into a container until they’re cool or they’ll go all weird.
Sometimes when she wakes up her mouth is all crinkly and it’s too much. Look at this tired baby.
Books I’ve read recently - I’ve cooked from them, built from them, planted from them.
Making mini seed packs to give to my mum when I see her tomorrow. She has a little city courtyard and she’s starting to realise how much is possible in a tiny space. She’s got tomatoes, strawberries, a dwarf lemon, mint, sage, oregano, rosemary, lemon thyme, a bay leaf tree, parsley, spinach, rocket/arugula, lemongrass, and I’m giving her broad beans, lemon balm, dill and coriander/cilantro.
I’m making this (the Smitten Kitchen lasagna) for dinner tonight, and it feels like one of the most epic things I’ve ever cooked. Deb calls it her “culinary Mount Everest” and it feels a bit that way. This is the ultimate lasagna recipe. It takes two days to make (I started yesterday) - the ragu simmers for 4 hours, you make the lasagna sheets from scratch, the bechamel, the whole deal. All in pursuit of one hopefully perfect piece of lasagna. The ragu was so fucking amazing I had to stop myself eating it all out the pot, and the pasta dough is now resting. But! Reading through the recipe comments, I realised that in America it’s apparently commonplace to use ricotta in lasagna, and it’s all so wrong and I’m not going to dignify it with any further thought.
Stevie Nicks - “Gypsy” (Piano Demo)
"Silver Springs" level heartbreaking. St. Stevie.
This is so, so important and I’m going to listen to it all day today, this Tuesday in Autumn. And I’m going to remember everything.
It’s the most basic thing, but a few of these brewed in boiling water and then chilled in the fridge for an unsweetened, herbal iced tea = the greatest.
Last night, making pizza dough for dinner. Sunday and a few weeks into autumn and it’s still stinking hot but getting dark a little earlier. A weird, long week. I never really understand why anyone wants to be friends with me, and I feel like any friends I have are just people who couldn’t be bothered NOT being friends with me, you know? I feel especially conscious of it now, because I feel like my life is pretty simple and quiet and I don’t always have a lot of “news” or things to say. But this week I told a longtime best friend in the nicest possible way that I was upset with her and she wasn’t being a very good friend. And it was so hard because why would anyone want to be friends with me anyway? But I rallied myself and talked to her about it and cried while doing it, not because I was so upset but just because it felt like such a confrontational thing. She responded really well and I hope things will be better. I want to be the type of person who gets older and becomes softer but surer. Back and forth all week on how to buy a bit of land, how to get further away from here. I dug new beds for autumn, planted seeds for our subtropical winter garden - red butter lettuce, rocket, baby mesclun mix, dill, coriander, spring onion, leeks, calendula, sweet pea, broad beans, lemon balm, forget-me-nots, beetroot, swiss chard, broccoli. Cut back a huge, overgrown rose geranium along the side of the cabin, and for the rest of the afternoon the air smelt like sweet perfume. One night during the week, both of us waking up at 3am, talking in bed in the dark about what we’re going to do and how to get there, the ocean roaring. We could hear each wave crashing and pulling back out. Hearing the ocean in the dark at night is still one of the best things about living here. Making pizza dough in my weird little kitchen, made entirely from things found or made from scrap or picked up on the side of the road. What is better than kneading soft, warm, elastic dough on Sunday evening? Gillan Welch on the stereo, singing “hard times ain’t gonna rule my mind, honey”.
scarjo starred in don jon and her and has said a lot of stupid shit before, why is anyone stanning her at all anymore other than her being ~black widow~
i hope this gets ppl to see she sucks and is gross
“I think it’s irresponsible to take a bunch of actors that will have a Google alert on and to suddenly throw their name into a situation that none of us could possibly knowingly comment on,” Johansson said. “That just feels irresponsible to me.”
oh wow, is a victim of sexual abuse being irresponsible by asking ppl who work with her abuser to take a stand? really? do you feel slighted by another woman asking you to take responsibility for who you work with?
didn’t she also defend her relationship w/ sean penn by saying she had no idea about what he did to madonna? like, is claiming ignorance her only move or
again, “lifestyle” oh ok cool
"The two have been open about their mutual admiration for each other in the past. Allen has called her “sexually overwhelming” and commented on her “acting ability to be not just a passing pinup girl but a genuinely meaningful actress.” Johansson responded by saying she would “sew the hems of his pants if he asked me to.”
"sexually overwhelming" - my skin is fucking crawling.
Visited a really amazing backyard permaculture garden in Lisarow today, which is on the NSW central coast, not far from us. The owner Michelle is doing amazing stuff on a standard backyard block. She’s growing a really interesting mix of things - lots of edible herbs and australian natives like warrigal spinach, lemon myrtle, native berries etc. Sweet potato, asparagus, paw paw, the works.
She also sells interesting plants at really cheap prices - we got some mushroom herb, comfrey and pineapple sage. And she gave us free seeds for Ceylon climbing spinach, snake beans and cuttings for sweet potato. If you’re ever in the NSW Central Coast area, she’s worth a visit - homegrownandsown.com or email her at email@example.com.
Oi, what is you. How is country life? How did your olives turn out?
I took an amazing hike today to this huge natural land bridge in the mountains. I thought of you since we have significant shared spelunking experience and the place was lousy with caves. Old Lindsay and Aaron, Spelunkers of Great Skill….
Anyway, I walked beneath it and you can see these really high cave dwellings (some of which are 400-500 years old) that are almost shelves at the top of the cave, impossibly high, a joke of altitude that served as the home for these tiny humans that maxed out at about 4 and a half feet tall.
What was the world like then? To look at a forbidding cave on the underside of a 200 foot stone archway and say, “I will live there. That will be best.” This is the stuff of birds, the plotting of only the weakest and cagiest of prey. It is hard to imagine humans this way, vulnerable, like birds seeking out the highest places.
Good email from Aaron that I’ve nursed all week.