Not fancy cooking

Would I like to make a living from writing? I don’t really know! And, at the moment, I don’t really care.

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portrait by Lily circa 2012

Trigger warning for vegetarians and vegans.

Today, when we got back from Freo I put together a rich oxtail stew. It is cooking away as I write and the aroma is divine! I like to make big pots of stew and/or soup in winter. It is good to have spare meals in the freezer. I don’t put too much in each container because it is tasty to add fresh veges when reheated, thus giving the stew a boost.

Why I decided to make stew today was because I read an interesting cooking hack on a Facebook chat page “Chat 10 looks 3” whereby cauliflower was added at the beginning of the cooking time to make the gravy rich and creamy. I usually use sweet potato so today I used both. I am not a precise cook and I use measurements like a ‘sprinkle’ or ‘handful’ or ‘some’. I cook on an ancient gas stove top.

This is how I make Oxtail stew: I start with a large, heavy bottomed, stainless steel pot and melt some coconut oil before adding the pieces of oxtail to brown. If the tail sections are very fatty I trim some of the fat. Today, I added roughly chopped cauliflower including the stalk. Add some roughly chopped carrots, pumpkin, peeled chopped sweet potato, onion, and a good lot of smashed up garlic.

Stir and then I add in whatever I’ve forgotten – chopped or grated fresh ginger, lemon juice (or apple cider) and chopped up lemon skin (apparently the acid helps draw out the goodness from the bones). I remember to add lentils. I used black lentils this time but usually I use red lentils.

Moosh it all around with a big strong spoon and then add stock to cover the ingredients. Homemade stock is best, of course, but if there is none available, box stock is ok or even stock cubes. Season to your taste – if you’ve used bought stock it won’t need so much salt. If I remember I sauté whole coriander seeds in the coconut oil at the beginning, before I add the meat. Today I forgot to do that. Sometimes, if there is a sad looking apple in fridge, I’ll slice it up and add to the stew.

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Cover and stir occasionally, especially if you’ve added anything with sugar because the mixture will stick to bottom of the pot. I don’t use flour or cornflour as thickener because the sweet potato, cauliflower and lentils do the trick and are not gluggy.

My mother used to make Oxtail stew and it is one of my favourites. I suppose it is comfort food in the cold weather. This is not fancy cooking but we like it in our house!

Not fancy cooking

Bali

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I think I caught the cold in Bali as the day before we left I said to Kath how stiff I was feeling – thinking it was from all the yoga. I self-medicated with gin and soda but that didn’t work! The plane trip back to Perth was fairly horrible but luckily not too many people and Perth airport was more or less deserted. Bali was quite cool most of the time. I think I must’ve been Balinese in a previous incarnation because I wore a jumper most of the time and the only other people who did were Balinese! There were heaps of Europeans wearing very little.

 

Some people are not keen on Bali but for me it is the best place. This last trip, a sneaky little five-day number, was lovely. I’m not a massage addict but managed to have two amazing sessions: one in Sanur at The Nest (highly recommended) and an extra long spa treatment in Ubud at Karsa Spa, also highly recommended.

The video clip, I’ve Been to Bali Too, came up on one of the Bali Facebook pages. It was filmed in 1984. For those who know Bali and have been there, will also see how much the island has changed in the intervening years. The amount of traffic must’ve increased by 100% in the thirty-three years since the clip was filmed. More and bigger bridges, hotels, tourists, shops – even massive tourist buses from Java trying to negotiate the narrow mountain roads.

 

I noticed many more dogs than last time I was there. Most Bali dogs are not really owned by anyone although I saw quite a few had collars on and looked well tended. There seems to be a considerable disconnect between dogs ‘owned’ by ex-pats in Bali and the local owners. We met an Australian tourist walking a large and beautiful black dog along the front in Sanur. I asked her about the dog. She told me it belonged to the homestay where she was living. She decided to walk it each day because it was cooped up most of the time. She said, “He pulls like crazy and smells like a polecat!” I had to agree, the dog really smelled to high heaven. I saw one dog covered in sarcoptic mange poor creature. Rabies is endemic in Bali, especially in the countryside.

The outbreak of measles in Bali concerns many people. Many Balinese suffer hearing loss because of measles. Not only deafness, but also blindness can result from measles. I can remember when I was a child, 20 years before measles vaccine was invented; we had to stay in a darkened room because of the threat measles posed to vision. I’m still amazed that some Australians do not vaccinate their children against this – and other ‘childhood’ diseases.

Everywhere you turn in Bali another hotel is under construction. Nearly 5million tourists visited Bali in 2016. And so the development in Bali continues with POTUS wanting to build a massive resort on the sacred ground of Tanalot. It saddens me.

 

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Order and disorder

The first time I saw a Twenty-eight, an Australian ring neck parrot, I asked Roland to stop the car. I couldn’t believe my eyes. There, by the side of the highway this brilliant emerald green bird pecking at grass seeds. Of course I had seen brightly coloured birds before but nothing like this. The Latin name is Barnadius zonarius. The bird is quite large. When I have found corpses of these birds, victims of road-kill, I’ve been surprised at how big they are.

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This morning I was listening to the plaintive call these beautiful birds make. I’ve heard from someone who knows, that it isn’t really “twenty-eight, twenty-eight” but rather “vingt-huit, vingt-huit”. There are a few families of Twenty-eights in our area and they are widespread throughout Western Australia. I’ve heard that when it is about to rain the birds hang upside down on the power lines and washing lines and call, “vingt-huit, vingt-huit”. I have seen them hanging upside down on my washing line but not associated this with rain.

Now I’ve got that out of the way I’ll get on with what I was planning on writing about, which is the state of disorder in my writing practice. I have a number of notebooks, journals, and other places where I write. Most of what I write begins life written in cursive in one of these notebooks. I fully intend to have some form of order: reflections in this notebook; travel notes in my Moleskine; poetry here, fiction there … and so it goes. Go it certainly does because invariably whichever notebook I pick up is the one in which I will write. I prefer unlined because lines limit me. I prefer to write with a 2B (or softer) pencil because the feel of the graphite running smoothly over the paper gives me a frisson of joy.

Blogging is the only place I am interested in publishing my writing these days. Does this make me a dilettante? A dabbler? If it does, do I care? No.

 

 

 

 

Order and disorder