Burra Maluca

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Burra is a hermit and a dreamer. Also autistic, and terribly burned out. I live near the bottom of a mountain in Portugal with my partner, my welsh sheepdog, and with my son living close by. I spend my days trying to find the best way to spend my spoons and wishing I had more energy to spend in the garden.
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As for which wood to use, you mentioned cherry - Roxa of course lives in the cherry capital of Portugal, and her mother is Serra da Gardunha, though no-one is quite sure if she is named after the mountain range or vice versa, which is where the very best of the cherries are grown.

1 day ago
I asked Roxa about the cookie mix and she said something about perlite with clay, but I think she was mixing up with the recipe for insulating around the core of the rocket mass heater.



In fact, I suspect that's where the exercise started. I think she ended up in the Fisher Price house in the fond belief she would behave herself better in there and not get up to so much mischief, and then wanted to play with Paul's rocket mass heater, which is a J-tube and very different to our one and she wanted to see if there was a dragon inside. And I think they ended up talking about mixing up cookie dough insulation, only with real cookie dough. I suspect you're going to have to ask Paul. Not sure if he'll admit to dragons, but Roxa is being very cagey about how the cookies got themselves cooked. I suspect she may have helped...

I think this is them...



And I guess your rock is one of those to the right of the cookies?  

I think the two smaller cookies were for Roxa and Chapito. I may be wrong though...
1 day ago

Deane Adams wrote: I've been thinking about what wood I would make a base for it out of.

What do you guys think??  Crystal likes to be with Cedar.  I'm not sure about purple rocks.



Hmmm. I'd usually recommend going out for a walk and see what 'speaks' to you. But I understand it's pretty icy and snowed under where you are. Maybe there's a suitable bit of wood lurking near the rocket heater that would be happier being a base rather than turned into rocket fuel? What sort of wood are you burning?

You have any alder?
1 day ago
It stopped raining just about long enough for me to go out and harvest a few fartichokes out of the GAMCOD bed yesterday.



And yes I know we're supposed to be trying to call them sunroots, but it was Austin's mum who introduced me to them over forty years ago and they always called them fartichokes so I can't see us ever referring to them as anything else.

I cleaned them, cut them into chunks and put them in the slow cooker with diluted bone broth and dry white beans and cooked them up all morning. Then while Austin was playing with the soup and blending some of it to make it thick but saving chunks to keep it chunky, and adding onion and chouriço, this fella showed up with some parsley for me, also from the GAMCOD bed, because he says it's good for me and makes the photos look nicer.



He left some in the kitchen, too, but Austin has a habit of forgetting all about it. Which he duly did...

He did, however, remember to bring me a slice of buttered cornbread to go with it!



Warm, delicious, thick, and full of goodness.
1 day ago
Well my Roxa showed up here looking highly suspicious and tried to sneak a hammer back into Austin's tool cupboard.~

And then I was sent this...



I don't think we know the whole story yet, but it seems like she flew out to Montana and made friends with Chapito and they got up to all sorts of mischief up at the labs, and down at basecamp. I think Paul took her in hand after a while and took her indoors where she helped him bake cookies. If I'm understanding the story correctly...
2 days ago
What, this one?

2 days ago
Ah Paul. If I were single I'd be plucking up the courage to write a different sort of post right now and wondering if I had the energy to step into the role. But I'm not. And I don't.

All I can say is that we exist, but we tend to get into committed relationships and then stay in them.

No hair colour. No make up. Alcohol about twice a year, maybe...  No piercings. One tat, which I won in a raffle and commemorates my late husband. About once a month I leave the property and might be persuaded into a cafe or a store. Maybe. Usually not. I've just got back indoors from harvesting fartichokes for tomorrow's soup from the GAMCOD bed. I shall do what I can to support you from afar and wish you every success in finding a partner who understands you and can support you and your mission.
My dragons did a version of that little ditty once..

Rosa ain't red.
Violets ain't blue.
Colour nomenclature in human linguistics is weirdly related to cultural and temporal norms which dictate both which colours are seen and how they are classified into related spectral bands.
And so are you.



Dragon poetry seems to follow different rules...
4 days ago

Megan Palmer wrote:It looks deliciously rich.  How did you cook it? Boiled, steamed/baked?


Ah, this is where I'm afraid I'm going to lose a bit of my permie-street-cred because I followed the instructions that my son was given as closely as possible, which involved tying it up in the plastic bag it came in and boiling it for three hours. The thing was expensive at €15 a kilo, which is way out of our usual price range, and I didn't want to find out the hard way that it would be ruined or fall apart and turn into soup if I didn't follow instructions so I bit the bullet and did as I was told for once in my life. It was too big to fit in my small slow-cooker so I used my ginormous one and gave it four hours, just to be on the safe side. My son came over half an hour before lunch time and the boys cooked up the potatoes and green beans together while I just left them to it, except to take photos.

A load of water had managed to work its way into the tied bag, which we saved and I used to cook up a batch of black eyed peas the next day. I have a feeling that if I'd just boiled it in water without the bag, a load more of the flavour would have escaped into the water. And without any kind of wrapping, I thing the whole thing might have burst. The slow cooker was the only viable option for a boil that long as the rocket mass heater is only run in the afternoons and it doesn't usually run for three hours. Three hours on the gas stove seems excessive to me.

If I were to try it again, I would probably plan it more in advance so that we would use the rocket mass heater, tie the thing up in a piece of cloth to hold it together, and use a pan that was better suited to the size and shape so that there wasn't quite so much water to wash the flavour away into.

The boys had been working on a renovation job in that village. The back streets are so narrow that the truck doesn't reach the house so deliveries end up being carried or barrowed to the job site. On festival day, loads of the houses open up little stalls outside their front door and this butelo was purchased direct from the couple who made it from a table set up outside the house. The man gave my son very strict instructions on how to cook it and my general policy is to follow instructions the first time I cook something new. I have a feeling that my son will end up knocking on their door one day in the relatively near future to tell them how awesome it was and do they have another one. He likes his food, and both the boys like to cook. I just get to wash the dishes up later.

My son cut the left-overs in half, took one half home with him and left the rest for us. I had my bit cold the next day - it sliced well as it had set into one big lump. Austin fried his bit up and he said that was delicious too. Not sure what my son did with his but I bet it's all gone by now.

I did find this link about the spanish version and how to cook it - botillo with potatoes and turnip greens

And also this spanish youtube video where she wraps it in cloth. I didn't find this until after I'd cooked mine though...

1 week ago
When I make chutney, I use the biggest onions I can find because I can only peel and cut a maximum of two before I have to retreat into another room for twenty minutes with my eyes red and sore and weeping and I want as much chopped onion as possible to be produced in that time!

Most days I go for small ones, just enough so that one is enough for whatever I'm cooking.

The cabbage I use is mostly dark, green leafy galega cabbage, which is perennial and grows on a long stalk so you can pick just the leaves you want for that meal, leaving younger leaves growing near the top of the stalk.