The garden is looking sparse. The tomatoes have been pulled before the first frost happened. I have millions of green tomatoes. I refuse to make more pickles even if they will be green tomato pickles. The few that have turned on the window sill have been transformed into tomato paste and stored in the freezer.
How to make tomato paste you might ask? Easy...
Trim tomatoes - put in large heavy pot - sprinkle with some salt. Reduce tomatoes for hours on slow heat till they look like a paste. Store in freezer or pasteurize. Ta-Da.
Whilst we are on the topic of Tasmanian food and gardens...
I have been reading (and nearly finished) this beautiful book from Michelle Crawford (Hugo and Elsa Blog). I have girl crush. Everything she is writing, about food and about our beautiful state is spot on how I feel. It is like having a conversation with a good friend, a warm hug on a cool day or tea and crumpets in the middle of winter.
The pictures, the recipes and the writing are full of love, Tasmanian love.
I'm afraid to say I almost completely ripped out the herb spiral. The oregano and mint was out of control and now have been gathered up nicely into pots buried in the ground to stop their escape and possible re-infestation.
A Tee-pee out of some Tea-tree and gum has been constructed in its place with some recycled bricks as a path leading into the center. The strawberry's have been divided and replanted around the base. Some climbing peas have been planted around the base in the hope of covering the Tee-Pee. The little girl claimed it as her own instantly and a sign was made with the name she chose.
I'm sure it will look lovely once the newness wears off.
With a baby teething and crawling there has been lots of early mornings.
There is something about the autumn Tasmanian light that I love. Its mist, its glare and its crispness.
I can't get enough (well I could if the baby would let me sleep instead of course). It really is a magic place.