Part-time music maker, sometime smallholder, other-time movement therapist,most time ordinary being

Monday 3 August 2020

Our daily bread

Here's the easiest everyday recipe that I've come during my 27 years of making bread for daily use. Its appeal lies in its simplicity, its versatility and economy of ingredients. Do factor in that it's not an instant bread: this slow food recipe needs at least a 24-hour waiting period to 'prove'. The dough can be kept for a couple of days in the fridge, then taken out when you're ready for a bake-up.
               
Start with  6x250ml cups (one and half liters) brown flour. Mix in a good teaspoon of salt and no more than 1/2 teaspoon instant dried yeast. Toss and stir together. Optional - throw in seeds of your choice: chia, linseed, sunflower. It uses no sugar as the slow-ferment action consumes the sugar in the flour. 
 
  
 
With a spoon, stir in up to about 750ml warm water to make a sticky dough. Stir and mix thoroughly. If it feels too wet, bundle in another handful of flour until it feels just right (ie holding together without being too 'gooey').
 
When it feels ready ie not too sticky, abandon the spoon and use (clean) hands, scooping in extra handfuls of flour to add to the dough to attain a pliable consistency. Knead like a cat! It should come away from the sides of the bowl; incorporate all bits into the dough ball. Enjoy this bit..


Keep kneading - it's a push-pull-fold-over movement using the heel of the hand - until it forms a soft ball, like playdough, which does not cling annoyingly to your skin; your hands should come away clean and floury. 
      
Place the whole bowl containing the dough ball in a plastic packet and put in a warm spot - sun if you have it. Tie or fold the opening to create a closed, steamy, draft-free, warm environment  for the flour and yeast to do its magic. Leave it overnight and further up to 24 hours. During this time open the bag and find that it's spilling up and over; give it another knock-down knead: great therapy! At this point, use a palmful of non-gluten flour (barley or rye) to dust hands and deal with any excess stickiness. It should scoop away from the sides of the bowl as you pummel it back into a glossy, malleable ball using the heel of your hand. You can repeat this process a couple of times while the bread is on the rise. You 'knock it back' and it rises again. 

To prepare it for baking, put the dough in greased pans after a final thorough kneading, place back in the packets for its last rise in a warm place, then bake at mid-temperature (180 degreesC) for about 30-50 minutes, depending on your choice of tin.  Instead of baking at this point, the dough ball can be kept in its plastic bag in the fridge for a couple more days.

unbaked

unbaked and.............................................baked

            It can also be baked in an iron 'potjie pot' on a fire - delicious crusty fire-bread cooked in the coals! Try and keep the ash out. As with many slow- food recipes, one develops a 'feel' for it rather than following a precise set of instructions.

                    If you are partial to daily bread, this one is well worth a try.

Liz Campbell is the sole writer and composer of all the published material on this blogsite, unless otherwise stated.

She has further blogsites:
   songs for children http://connectsongdance.blogspot.com/

   a collection of songs, poems and prose on the experience of loss, grief and recovery 
                       https://epitaph-lost-found.blogspot.com/


Tuesday 21 April 2020

Essential vs non-essential crisis of lockdown

One of the knock-on effects of lockdown for some is a crisis of essential/non-essential (a step on from an existential crisis). So much of daily life suddenly becomes inconsequential; things that were of utmost importance now lose significance. Covid-19 has stopped nearly every human on this planet in their tracks, giving us pause as a species to reassess and adjust the way we live to some degree.

On a purely material level, we've had to pare down as shops have been barred and certain goods unavailable, ie consumers are curtailed, finally! In the light of this, here's a document of shortcuts that have been my household staples over the years, a product of my rebellious streak that looks for ways to circumvent using the plethora of heavily promoted and ill-advertised STUFF that clogs up shop shelves and then our homes. Most of this stuff is damaging or even toxic to the planet via water systems or as air pollutants; it adds to our growing heaps of discarded, unnecessary packaging, and most certainly depletes our purses. 

As ESSENTIAL is now the current buzzword, useful questions to ask are: is there anything less I can use or do without? Is there an easier way to do this? 

Here are my go-to's, small ways of undercutting the consumer system. These essentials cover many bases, don't cost a lot and may even be available in bulk using simple packaging if you sleuth around your area. 

Bicarbonate of soda (BICARB)
This base powder extends way beyond its use as a raising agent:
~mix with a few peppermint drops and use as a gentle tooth cleaner
~make a paste and apply to bee stings to neutralize pain
~shake into toilet bowls and spray with diluted white vinegar. The base+acid mix makes an effective fizzy cleaning medium and leaves the loo fresh.
~mildly abrasive, it cleans ovens and pots with the added fizz of vinegar.



VINEGAR - white or apple cider 
Dilute plain vinegar with water and use in spray bottles to clean loos (with bicarb) or surfaces. 

Add CITRUS peels/ pieces, put in processor with vinegar and chop it all up together. This soapy, squishy liquid can be used for washing hands, faces, hair, cups and dishes. No longer need we discard used lemon peels!
If you do not have a food processor, simply cut the pieces fairly small and push into a jar , top up with vinegar and leave to soak. I've heard the liquid works effectively in dish-washers.

Lemon and SALT
Mix roughly chopped lemon with coarse salt - enough to cover the lemon pieces generously. Leave in a covered jar for some weeks before using:  
    in cooking to add flavour
    as a rub on troublesome skin spots 
      (some have used it on rashes)
    as a rub to clean the scalp and hair - 
        then rinse out 
    to clean nails/ hands after rough work

Use just plain salt water to gargle as soon as there's a sign of a sore throat. Salt cleans and disinfects. Use as an everyday gargle/ mouthwash to look after gums and teeth.

Soap
All those small left over scraps of soap can be put in a jar with water and a toss of vinegar, covered and left to soften and then used in dispensers as hand wash. 

Rat poison
Rats are survivors. We could learn from them! The available rat poison is totally toxic to owls and raptors that feed on these critters. We keep a bowl of cereal (like pronutro) mixed 50/50 with cement mix in their territory, safely hidden from domestic animals. Put a bowl of water nearby. It's a nasty underhand trick passed on - use with discretion and caution.

Shampoo
One of the greatest liberators was to stop using shampoo and see that the world did not fall apart! In fact, once hair is settled into the new ph-friendly management, it feels much the better for it. Helpful applications: a little bicarb initially (just a teaspoon) rubbed into the scalp, thoroughly rinsed with some diluted apple cider vinegar and lots of water. Once settled, it's best not to use bicarb too much because of its abrasive action. The citrus/ vinegar mix is great to use a cleaner, or even some lemon salt. I also soak rosemary and lavender herbs in apple cider vinegar to use in the hair wash. 

Eco-bricks
A kitchen corner set up with bottles, pusher-sticks and a container for suitable waste keeps the task manageable and even enjoyable. Visiting children often take it up - there's something satisfying about watching your rubbish magically disappear into the bottle neck... It certainly makes the household more aware of our daily disposable habits and can foster more responsible purchases. Useful stuffing material: old used sponges, plastic wraps, chip and tea packets, foil, bubble wrap, old nylon rope. Remember to pack them down firm and hard.
 see  https://connectsongdance.blogspot.com/2019/08/plastic-bottle-eco-brick_22.html 

Hot box
These are fantastic for cooking food with minimal gas or electricity. Make 2 large floppy cushions that will sit on top of each other in a box. The pot goes inside with its contents brought to the boil (great for rice, porridge, beans, yogurt making). The cushions are stuffed with soft plastic that won't fit in your eco-brick bottles. You can also just make a large beanbag with a zip opening (as in photo), and over time stuff it with discarded plastic. You will be astounded to see how much you can squeeze in. Your cat will love you.

Maas 
This is not a recipe site for food, but my one exception I'll include is MAAS! Making it oneself means no longer buying endless plastic containers each time. Maas is the term for thick, soured milk popular here in South African, and used as an equivalent to yogurt. 
Heat to lukewarm about a liter of milk in a glass jar; add about 2 generous tablespoons of maas that you have, cover, put in a warm spot (sun is great) and leave for up to 24 hours until milk is thick. Stir and refrigerate. It's great for drinking, for adding to food, for baking; use like yogurt.

Lemon tea
For those lucky enough to have a fruitful lemon tree- keep a perpetual-pot of lemon tea, changing it each day. Add boiling water to a chopped lemon in a pot and top it up as the day goes on. Drink hot or cold. Add ginger and cayenne pepper to further spice it up and use it to ease flu-like symptoms. Dig your nails into the end of a lemon peel for super-cleaning.

Diatomaceous earth
Since discovering this element, courtesy of word-of-mouth, and located it in quantity, super-cheap, at a local agri-outlet, it remains an essential in the storeroom. The grey, fine powder is added to pet's food in small quantities from time to time and keeps internal parasites largely at bay. Sprinkled and massaged into their fur, it controls fleas and soft-bodied ticks. Added to chicken bedding, nesting boxes and dust baths, it controls mites and lice.

A fascinating natural, non-toxic product, it works by penetrating small soft bodies with its microscopic needle sharp abrasive properties. 

Wood polish
To look after and maintain old wooden surfaces mix in 3 parts: vinegar, linseed oil and turps. Shake up and apply generously. This old recipe was passed on (like others) word of mouth from old carpenters who knew about wood. They also spoke highly of plain white wax floor polish.

Cheat 'paint'
Regular paint just does not adhere
On very old walls, partial to damp, paint just doesn't do the job, barely sticking to the ancient plaster. 
Living with 180 year old stone walls, I've discovered a useful trick: melt wax floor polish, add paint tint for colour and apply to walls with a soft cloth. The bright green
or red floor polish comes with a ready vivid colour which can be diluted with melted white wax. 
takes on an arty, distressed look
a mixture of yellow tinted and green polish 
Best of all, it's durable over time, easy to touch up when needed, impervious to damp and doesn't peel off as paint would. 
yellow tinted wax polish around an inlaid mosaic





Now can someone tell me, please, how to brew beer or more from MOLASSES??!

Liz Campbell is the sole writer and composer of all the published material on this blogsite, unless otherwise stated.

She has further blogsites:
   songs for children http://connectsongdance.blogspot.com/

   a collection of songs, poems and prose on the experience of loss, grief and recovery 
                       https://epitaph-lost-found.blogspot.com/

Wednesday 18 October 2017

Dancing on the land



Looking back, I can count on my hand several approaches (rather than methods) which have been useful over the 2 decades I've been here on this plot of land called Jessam. These shaped what I did back then; years later, in hindsight, it's possible to see what I might do again, and what I wouldn't repeat. There is the sense of a dynamic dance, integrating one's needs with the immediate environment, rather than a strict management and control of the land 'out there'. A fairly open-minded, eclectic approach and a light hand allows the property to take on its own shape as suits it best.

Subjects I read and absorbed back then (from books, as internet was yet fledgling) - permaculture, organic farming, natural gardening, re-wilding with indigenous species - all shaped the land here at Jessam. I was particularly enamoured with the idea of 'lazy-style' permaculture gardening, including the no-dig approach and tolerance of weeds.

Implementing some of these ideas have certainly given rise to a low-maintenance, fuss-free, water-wise garden that is full of surprises. These surprises are really offspring of hardy plants that make themselves at home, seeding prolifically with little attention. I like to think that if people disappeared off this patch, a jungle would take over!  In my area, a few of these toughies are:
 wild dagga of 2 varieties -  loved by sunbirds
 knobwoods - popping up like weeds
 pittisporum- cheesewoods
 rhus cherindisis
erythrinas - coral trees
hilarious Lucy (hilaria lucida, or tree fuschia)
and more: butterfly bush, clivias, bulbinellas, arum lillies, cycads, pelargoniums, wild garlics, plumbago, wild honeysuckle, kei apples, num-nums, amaryllis, agapanthas and lilies, red hot pokers. Poetical names suggest a song..!

Then amongst the edible fare the following are thriving stalwarts: tree tomatoes, figs, cherry guavas, lady finger bananas, lemons and citrus, plums, scrambling catawba grapes, pecan nuts, paw-paw, granadillas, avocado (one old beaten tree trying its best), broad beans and other beans, spinaches and salads, artichokes and asparagus, coriander and celery, squashes and beets.

I learnt to note WHAT grows well in one's area, and copy it. Observe local gardens, see what's at home and follow suit- that's half the job done. Trade stout snippings with neighbours and grow what thrives naturally. I had a grand old friend across the road, now deceased, who inspired me as she poked around her bountiful, sprawling vegetable garden with her walker, on crippled legs. Her gifts of seed and cuttings were generous, and instead of tea, she always offered gin with a mischievous grin!

The following books were my bibles in my early days here:

People's Workbook 

This historical South African book dates from pre- the 1980s, the 'bad old days' in this part of the world; inherited from home, it stills bears my mother' s name and details. It gives the feeling that vegetable growers and tillers of land are radical activists somehow subverting and undermining the dominant prevailing system. Perhaps that's not too far from the truth.  Its art work is distinctive for that period, and amongs its useful subjects are: how to slaughter a chicken (or rabbit, or goat), make water safe to drink, deliver a baby, build a pit latrine, establish co-ops for seed purchase,  make sandals and candles, and how to start a library. A true revolutionist bible! The sound advice for growing food would stand head and shoulders in any tome on permaculture. Tucked in between pages on raising tomato seedlings and crop rotation are comic strips on matters of voting, strikes for living wages and land rights. Somehow the book survived being banned.


Bringing nature back to your garden

A fantastic and inspiring guide on how to allow a natural space to evolve in one's backyard, this practical book reveals just how many indigenous plants are available and beneficial to the local insect, bird and animal population. This was my guide book for many years, and these very plants are the ones that now seed themselves freely and spontaneously at Jessam. The bird population is healthy and varied as a result, and each season brings its share of abundant insect and animal life to feast on the flora and fauna. Natural gardening, as they refer to it, has become my cornerstone, and includes 're-wilding'. This implies clearing aliens or invasive weeds, allowing space for the endemic, local wild plants and trees to grow. Wildlife will appreciate this.


















Self - sufficiency
An inspiring classic for the smallholder, but unfortunately set in England, so much does not apply to our climate in SA. As a wer-behind-the-ears smallholder, with young children and surprising energy, I became inspired to put my hand to many skills, for better or for worse: jamming, chutney bottling, veggies and herbs, livestock, cheese, bread and soap making, biltong processing, bees, paper making, weaving and concocting home remedies for my guinea pig family and animals. My bottles still bear a suspicious reputation, especially as I often neglected to label them correctly. My son swore that my wildeals tincture sorted his earache on a camping trip and saved the day! It may have just been the alcohol content.  Sufficient to say that I no longer aspire to any notion of self-sufficiency, but am grateful for occasional benefits reaped off the land here. This book covers a lot of ground in detail on many different topics pertinent to smallholders.

A garden of plenty 
This great little reference book feels local and relevant as it was conceived in Zimbabwe and then taken further here in Grahamstown at the Masibambane self-help project; it is an accessible,  practical guide to growing healthy vegetables in this part of the world. I found this book immensely helpful and down-to-earth, appreciating its fuss-free style. I discovered the value of comfrey from this book, and for a time concocted foul-smelling barrels of comfrey manure to throw on the garden. The book has simple illustrations and straightforward advice on animal husbandry and food production.






Permaculture 
Anything on the subject of permaculture, borrowed from classic textbooks from the local library at the time, with abundant ideas on layout, zoning and swales, and using livestock to the advantage of the land. There was a time when I ate and slept sheet mulching and experimented with various recipes of compost making. Some ideas implemented were utterly taken swamped by nature which always wins in the end: maintenance of a pond proved too much, and even the pump was consumed by ingrowing tangles of jungles.

            The lilies flourish where once was a pond:










Yvette Van Wyk - First aid with herbs - for pets and other animals

The author happened to live at one time on the property next
door here at Stones Hill, where she established an
iconic herb garden and produced 2 books on the subject of herbs and their uses, and another on sewing seeds. The herb books became my well-thumbed informative references, and she
got me going brewing brave tinctures and mixing up startling potions of varying hue and efficacy.


Making the most of indigenous trees


Trees are the best investment to make on any property of size. This is one of my most cherished go-to books which proved immensely helpful in this task; its simple layout appeals to the amateur, giving clear information about trees endemic to specific areas. I could add further useful information about those most likely to get chomped by cows or donkeys. This I discovered the hard way over the years, planting trees that never stood a chance with these animals around. Donkeys will ringbark erythrinas (coral trees) - the bark is a sweet shop feast for them! Looking back over 2 decades on a plot, the most remarkable hallmark feature is the growth of trees; forests have sprung up changing entire outlooks; saplings have tripled or more in size. They are worth giving long-distance thought to when planting out; for instance, it's not a good idea to plant, say, a wild fig near the house. It will consume the house like a triffid.

I have found animals to be the best asset on land, giving plentiful rich manure, essential for compost making: chickens, cows, donkeys. Otherwise it's worth shipping the stuff in from time to time. The down side is, these creatures often eat what you're trying to grow, but that's where your dance begins! My team of donkeys make excellent lawn mowers, though for some reason there's always a patch or two they avoid which requires separate shearing, but they do the lion's (?) share of the job. Chickens just have to be kept out of the veggie garden, being partial to scratching and dust baths. Long ago I gave up on pretty flowers in the gardens, and all the poppies, coreopsis, shasta daisies, cosmos and petunias disappeared over time. What grows now is compatible and resilient to these resident animals.

I have a particular plant with a story: a small pot was given as a gift when my daughter was born: a tree begonia, I was told. It went into a large pot on the stoep, and soon grew so big that it had to be divided into two pots. It continued to grow, reaching the height of the stoep roof! Further divisions, finally pieces of plant pushed into the ground all around the house, next to walls and in bushy areas; this prolific plant just keeps growing upward, like a tree, bearing bunches of shameless pretty pink lacy flowers. I give away sticks of it regularly, telling people that it thrives on music -  I've noticed it grows best outside the music room. My daughter knows this resilient, beautiful, prolific plant marks the start of her life here. She can take a piece and plant it wherever she lands herself - it will continue to grow!

This much illustrates a mere cupful of my experience here on this patch of land: our small valiant plantings (those which survive) over time evolve in surprising ways to reflect much of ourselves and who we are. They are gifts bringing us great pleasure and teaching us another way to dance on this earth. The very word - smallholding - perhaps suggests that we can 'hold' with light fingers what we 'have' here.


















Liz Campbell is the sole writer and composer of all the published material on this blogsite, unless otherwise stated.

She has further blogsites:
   songs for children http://connectsongdance.blogspot.com/

   a collection of songs, poems and prose on the experience of loss, grief and recovery 
                       https://epitaph-lost-found.blogspot.com/

Saturday 26 August 2017

Dealing with SH#!%&@T

                                   

                                 (OR The taboo about poo)


I find it a good idea as a general rule to start at the bottom and work one’s way up.  Nature is the perfect metaphor that reflects this pervasive and universal pattern, so I’ll go with it. That makes the topic of dealing with one’s sh@!#%t a suitable place to start writing about life at Jessam, reflecting on the foibles and quirks of smallholding life.

    Rules observed from nature:
        when shit will come, shit must come
        that is lesson number one
     (that's not a bad lesson to apply to much in life! The wisdom of mother nature)

The easily overlooked septic tank in the neglected corner gets on with its job in the dark recesses, underground and out of sight, processing waste remarkably efficiently by way of busy little micro-bugs. Until –horrors!-  a blockage sets in or the system springs a leak, clamouring for attention.   

Most often this occurs at an inconsiderate moment when the house is full of  guests, the weather inclement and household demands are high.  A chance trip to the bathroom finds the tide suspiciously high in the lavatory bowl, and the shower outlet flowing in rather than out.... all signs to don the overalls, roll on gloves, abandon plans, make excuses and set out to tackle the problem. It does not just sort itself out, that much I have learnt!

I am heartened to read that the Chinese regarded night- soil as a valuable commodity, paying handsomely for bucketfuls of the stuff.  ‘Night-soil’ conjures up images of dark mulchy manure, an excellent growing medium.  Interesting, too, that toilets are a common subject in dreams, commonly symbolising the processing of one’s crap and the need to dump burdens.

At particularly sore points in my life, I recall vivid dreams about my very own septic tank here at Jessam: an innocent little girl I know perches precariously on the edge of the open pit, dangling her legs dangerously close to the deep contents. At the time, this evoked caution while attending to real and painful life issues.  

 Over the years a hands-on working relationship with the sewerage system at Jessam has evolved; mine is best tended and checked regularly.  Every system is different of course, with habits and idiosyncrasies of its own. It gives me much satisfaction to manually manage the muck on my property, turning it into rich compost that nourishes the plot.  The chickens gleefully celebrate a Christmas feast on that day!


 The chore reflects an array of life truths for me, and leaves me mulling over the bottom-end status that sewerage generally receives in modern societies.  I wonder whether what is now relegated as ‘waste’ will one day be valued for its inherent bounty and  wealth?
 ( See https://www.positive.news/2017/society/28114/rage-against-the-latrine-safer-sustainable-loo-changing-lives/ )

Having grown up in a town, I recall scant community awareness about the subterranean network of sewerage pipes underlying most human settlements, towns, dorpies and neighbourhoods, carting away our sluiced affairs.  I wonder if this puts us out of touch with our more basic, elemental self?  And, conversely,  I wonder if a more hands-on approach gives rise to a grounded, healthy attitude to many life issues?   

It is interesting to note how much psychological terminology describing common people problems contain references  to sewerage....anal retentive; constipated;  when the shit flies;  smooth passage; dealing with crap; attending therapy to offload; regular healthy habits.

Everyday nature, and dreams, offers this encouraging message to all people from all walks of life, all ages, all cultures, all status – no-one excluded:  pay due attention to our crap, deal with the scary ordure as it arises, make friends with our own dumping ground and not only will it serve us well, but become our best ally.

               Septic tank  - poem by me 


                  Shovelling the shit

                  Digging up the past 

                         I see gold
    
                   

                             


Poem on my loo wall  (borrowed, changed and adapted from unknown source)

To all of you with cause to use this humble water closet,
Comes this sage advice regarding that which you deposit:
For this is not a city loo – that undiscerning beast -
Consuming all your rubbish like a savage at a feast.
It has a septic tank, you see, where micro-cells endeavour
To eat your tasty waste with grace –this cycle goes forever.
So sanitaries and orange peels and goodness-only-knows
Will break this fragile system down, for they don’t decompose.
Reflect on this request whilst sitting here and taking stock,
Lest your passing indiscretions cause a choc-a-block gridlock!

Liz Campbell is the sole writer and composer of all the published material on this blogsite, unless otherwise stated.

She has further blogsites:
   songs for children http://connectsongdance.blogspot.com/

   a collection of songs, poems and prose on the experience of loss, grief and recovery 
                       https://epitaph-lost-found.blogspot.com/



Sunday 23 April 2017

Why JeSSam?

Every name tells a story, no less the name of this historical homestead -JeSSam - now an eclectic smallholding on the outskirts of Grahamstown in the rural heart of the Eastern Cape.

At some point, for most people, life deals up an unwelcome devastation, unexpected and unannounced. These moments become pivotal points around which we turn as on a fulcrum. In due course, they may become harbours that we sail into from time to time to regroup, catch our breath and check our maps. Either that, or they remain tortured territory with unimaginable horrors too painful and bleak to bare revisiting.

So it was in the course of the tale of JeSSam. It was exactly a year to the day after the deaths of two little people, siblings, one named Jessica and the other Sam (short for Simon), that a brave and hopeful move to Grahamstown became possible, promising a new life in the wake of untold loss. 

Grahamstown was even more of a charming quasi-academic-rural settlement in the early 90's. Fresh from the big Cape city, the wild bushy surrounds held much appeal and it did not take much persuasion to fall for a rundown, rough but much loved smallholding outside the village soup bowl. 

Names were bandied about, and it took a dear uncle who had a way with words (especially anagrams) to come up with JeSSam, embodying the names of the deceased children. In time a healthy muddle evolved as the new arrivals received names with their own particular significance:  Adam - the reminder that every new life holds hands with eventual death, and Tessa - from Theresa, meaning 4th child, and boasting a wonderful anagram - Asset. Better still, people often confused Tess with Jess, and all 4 children are somehow represented and remembered in the name, JeSSam.  






Remember this :  Anniversaries      


Once       
I lurched crazily, drunkenly
    from one anniversary to the next birthday,
deranged eyes stretched with
          the madness of grief.

Each occasion offered a million reasons
          to evoke cataclysmic pain
          re-lived,   from belly-up
to a blow all over again in the solar plexus,
          reducing me to the foetal posture of a child.

Now I sail into them with surprise –
          What- here again?
A place to meet a long lost friend;
A chance to breathe and re-connect:
          A welcome harbour for re-stocking.

As life goes on, more landmarks score the route;
Pepper on life's map, like punctuation marks:

Remember this!


Liz Campbell is the sole writer and composer of all the published material on this blogsite, unless otherwise stated.

She has further blogsites:
   songs for children http://connectsongdance.blogspot.com/

   a collection of songs, poems and prose on the experience of loss, grief and recovery 
                       https://epitaph-lost-found.blogspot.com/




Our daily bread

Here's the easiest everyday recipe that I've come during my 27 years of making bread for daily use. Its appeal lies in its simplicit...