Tag: picking olives

  • Homemade is The Best

    IP - Sprouts  Mustard & Lentils

    Why does homemade taste so much better than shop bought? I know the ingredients are better when you make something yourself. You can grow the ingredients or choose ones that are in season and organic. There's no need to add preservatives or chemicals because your jars won't be sitting on a dusty supermarket shelf for so long. But it's more than that. It's as if the flavour of homemade goods is improved by all the effort, hard work and patience we put in. The reward for all that effort is delicious, homemade condiments and preserves.

    I'm deep in my winter season of making and providing for the family. Not on a big scale, just a jar or two here and there of homemade yumminess. I sprouted a jar of de puy lentils (I still have no idea how to pronounce these. Da pie? De Peugh?) to make a delicious lentil and cashew stir fry recipe from Hugh Fearnley Whittingstall's Three Good Things. I also made another jar of fermented mustard from Kirsten K Shockey's recipe in issue 10: Seed of Taproot magazine. Gareth uses it to make his amazing pulled beef.  Mmmm, tasty goodness.

    IP - Olives 3
    IP - Olives 3
    IP - Olives 3

    Our pickled olives (is that the right word? Or should it be brined?) are still sitting in the cupboard. We have to wait a whopping 6 months to a year before they are ready. It makes me think of all the olives I have ever eaten, sitting in a warehouse somewhere, waiting to mature before being sold. I had no idea the process was so time intensive. Curing your own olives is a great lesson in patience. Luckily, the salt cured olives were ready to eat much sooner. Airlie was the one who popped them in jars with garlic, rosemary, thyme and a little olive oil. She made three jars and there's now only one left. Not for long I suspect!

    Buoyed by our olive success, we went crazy and picked another big bag full of olives. These were nice big fat juicy black ones, perfect to turn into homemade tapenade when cured. After picking life got super busy and they sat in a plastic bag for a week on the laundry floor, slowly turning to mush 🙁  We've managed to salvage some but it's a good lesson in picking things and curing straight away. 

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  • Olive Picking


    IP - Olive Picking 2

    IP - Olive Picking 2
    IP - Olive Picking 2

    IP - Olive Picking 2

    I'm getting much better at really looking at the trees around me and noticing what they are. Not so long ago, it was all just a wall of green that was a background to wherever I was going. I can now confidently identify wattles (the sap is edible), she oaks (great for basket weaving), japanese maples (lovely shapes for eco-dyeing) and olives tress (need I say more?). I adore olives. They are my all-time favourite snack. So many varieties, so many ways of preserving. And so tasty! We eat a ridiculous amount of shop bought olives each week in this family.  We've all got our favourites.  For me and Miss Seven it's currently sicilian olives marinated in lemon and garlic.  The lovely G scoffs the chilli olives along with Miss Eleven who's also partial to the feta stuffed ones. Of course we can't live without kalamata olives either, they go into my chicken casserole or a tuna nicoise salad.

    I'm so excited that olive season is finally here again and I can have another go at curing olives.  This time, hopefully with more success! There's quite a few places around Melbourne where you can find olive trees growing on nature strips. I went to a wilder place to pick my olives. As I sank deep into the rhythm of picking olives from the tree, thoughts flittered through my mind. I thought with wonder and gratitude of all the people who do this every day so that I can eat olives whenever I want to. I wondered at how long it takes to carefully pick olives from the tree so that they don't bruise. I can hurry but I'll damage my crop. A lesson in slow and steady. My focus narrows and becomes razor sharp. Now it's just the sun on my face, me and the tree. I get really good at singling out the green olives without blemishes. It becomes a game, how many do I still need to pick to fill my jar?

    There's magic to be found in foraging. There's the excitement of discovering trees bearing fruit. A growing awareness of the plants around me. A connection to the season and what is ripe and ready for picking. You can't hurry a tree along, it's gonna be ready when it's ready. What a great teacher of patience and waiting until the time is just right! Invariably there's a lot of tasting before things are ripe but that's all part of the learning too. Who knew that green mulberries warmed by the sun are tasty when eaten right off the tree? My girls know! Discovery, tasting and the joy of harvesting. And all the while we are getting our hands dirty, feet planted firmly on the earth. 

    What are you foraging?