Not my physical space, but my cyber one. This blog in fact. From now on, I'll be blogging at:
http://blogs.news.com.au/couriermail/food/
Yippee, this means I can actually blog at work, ratified by those who pay my salary. Not a bad gig hey? Anyway, I hope you'll join me for what I hope will be an animated, lively and hopefully interesting blog about everything you put in a saucepan, on your credit card, or in your mouth.
Natascha
xx
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
RIP patch
Wondering how my urban patch is progressing? A very sad story indeed. Shortly after planting and thriving of said patch after much attention and tenderness we had a disaster. I thought it was just the usual smells (neighbours, the XXXX beer factory etc) but in fact it was us. The 100 year old sewerage pipes had given up the ghost and to replace them required two loud men who drank endless cartons of iced coffee and swore a lot and a mini digger. The neighbours hate me because while I was sick in bed with food poisoning, semi-delirious, somehow gave the impression to digger driver that the next door neighbours had okayed the removal of their fence and a digger leaving tracks all over their yard to get to mine!
A very rude note later, and I understand (and completely sympathise with their feelings) Trouble is, while I was busy vomitting, the digger driver drove straight through the veggie patch, totally decimating it.
He claimed they were weeds. I mourned long and hard and still hang over the verandah, hoping for a sign that something survived. The garden, after a month is still one massive hole. The pipes were replaced, but the trench is still there, the paving has not been relaid and the fence still has a big hole where the digger went thru. The boys aren't answering their phones- it seems that it's too small a job to come and fix it all. The kids enjoy it though, building bridges out of bit of offcut pipe, sailing leaf boats down the canal when it rains.
For now the veggies are on hold, until I can get the hole filled. Mavbe in the spring.
A very rude note later, and I understand (and completely sympathise with their feelings) Trouble is, while I was busy vomitting, the digger driver drove straight through the veggie patch, totally decimating it.
He claimed they were weeds. I mourned long and hard and still hang over the verandah, hoping for a sign that something survived. The garden, after a month is still one massive hole. The pipes were replaced, but the trench is still there, the paving has not been relaid and the fence still has a big hole where the digger went thru. The boys aren't answering their phones- it seems that it's too small a job to come and fix it all. The kids enjoy it though, building bridges out of bit of offcut pipe, sailing leaf boats down the canal when it rains.
For now the veggies are on hold, until I can get the hole filled. Mavbe in the spring.
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