As far as storms go – it has been quite sunny. There have been loads of rainbows, loads of strong winds and loads of that big fat raindrop rain, thunder and lightning and we got hail – loads of hail! Around 2:00pm the temperature dropped to 6°C but for the most part it was sunny.
For some of my fellow kiwis, it is a bit more serious. Record breaking snowstorms; dangerous winds up to 200km; the severe flooding, landslides and over 30,000 homes without electricity. Roads and schools have been closed and flights cancelled. It’s all pretty dramatic. They say it is the worst storm for decades.
We are still pretty much in the heart of the storm and there is still a chance we may see snow up here, but it is a very, very slim chance.
But being a diligent guardian of all things green in the greenhouse, I braved the elements and went to check on everything growing away and gave them a wee drink. The onions are slowly popping up. If they don’t hurry up, I may be forced to bring them inside in the warm. But I got a bit of a surprise when I checked on the peas. Quite a few had come up. I thought the mice had eaten the lot, however it would seem they only ate about a third of them. I slandered them all about the place when it turns out they aren’t as greedy as I accused them of being. Although they are still thieves!
So two thirds of my peas popped up, I still felt the loss of the stolen peas. My row would be too short. This was easily solved by sowing some more and this lot are all safe and snug under my “anti-mouse seed protector device” version 2.
On a cold winters day there is nothing like a doing a bit of baking, and slaving over a hot stove is much more desirable than in the height of summer. The problem was I really wasn’t thinking properly as I began my baking endeavour I decided I was on a roll with the pumpkin thing and found a recipe for chocolate pumpkin muffins, but once I began, I came across part of the recipe that I didn’t understand – but I’d already started, so I looked at a few more recipes and decided to wing it. I know baking is a science and there are rules you should follow. Having said that, I’m not one for following instructions closely.
It would have been fine, but I made a dreadful error. I reached into the pantry, grabbed a big white container with white crystals and proceeded to tip three quarters of a cup into my mix. Arggh its not sugar. It’s salt! Realising the error of my ways before I had stirred it in I decided to scoop it out. I thought I had managed to get enough out to carry on, so I carried on and added loads of mashed pumpkin, warming spices, chocolate chips, eggs and all the other usual muffin stuff.
It was at this point I discovered we were completely out of sugar, so I emptied all our honey into the mix in the hope that any salt left would be disguised. The kids came home from school just as I finished with the mixing. Desperate to lick the bowl they dipped their fingers in, and promptly spat the mix back out into the sink.
Undeterred I figured maybe cooking would sort it out, although I wasn’t going to go to the hassle of spooning out individual muffins so I just lobbed it all in a cake tin. Baking doesn’t making things less salty. I hope the chickens don’t find it too salty!
Come again soon – if you’re lucky I may be able to regale you with a tale about snow… but don’t count on it!
Sarah the Gardener : o )