A Basket and a Buckwheat Breakfast Bowl
My last few weeks have seen series of very serious creative explosions. Some nights I lie awake until 3 or 4am with my mind ticking over a thousand ideas and projects. Bhumi has reached an age where she, especially if joined by myself or a little friend, will spend hours and hours drawing, painting, crafting, sticking, play-doughing and dressing up. When I look back at my weeks I think that sometimes 90% of our time has been spent at play with many other friends. The fruits of which are the flower crowns, garlands, hand-stitched dollies and sparkles strewn about the house as well as a sense of community and friendship amongst other like-minded families that is so enriching and joyous. Even to mention it makes me well up with happiness and excitement for the future.
We are still in the depths of winter but days are lighter and longer already and I can almost smell the promise of spring. Citrus fruits have been in a bountiful bumper in our valley and every tree is entirely dripping with oranges, madarins, lemonades and lemons. No-body around here spends money on them.
It must be Spring’s near arrival that is making us all spill with inspiration and energy, and the consequential torrent of busyness that has followed…the number of beautiful new heads of dreads stepping from Stefan’s shed is almost unbelievable, we are pushing ahead with planting in the garden before the scorching heat of summer arrives, native grasses by their hundreds are now beautifying eroding and weed-covered hillsides and Stefan has been busy building a new composting toilet out of a wheelie bin (VERY exciting post on it coming up!). We are putting together the first of many yoga retreats we will be having in our home and have been overwhelmed by the interest. In every second of spare time I can gather I have developed an unreasonable obsession with stitching an interactive felt board for Bhumi, complete with pickable flowers, fruit trees, a jewel encrusted river bank and rolling hills. Plus, I have taken to weaving, starting with a toilet paper basket for Stefan’s new toilet.
With all the action I’ve been calling on meals that are quick, easy to prepare and infallible. This has been one of them. Most mornings are so busy as we prepare to leave the house that I almost don’t even have time to make the uphill journey to the vege garden to collect the essentials for my beloved green smoothies. An excellent alternative (and definitely more filling and substantial) for especially busy days has been this buckwheat breakfast bowl. Inspired by the always amazing (and now somewhat superstar) Green Kitchen Stories.
- 1 cup whole buckwheat groats
- A small handful of desiccated coconut
- A small handful of almonds
- Three tablespoons whole, organic yogurt (or coconut milk for vegan option)
- The juice of three mandarins
- A dash of maple syrup
- The scrapings of one big vanilla bean
- The inside of one large cardamon pod, pounded in a mortar and pestle.
As the mornings start to warm up we venture away from the fireplace and into the sunlight. Somehow, sunlight makes everything delicious.
Weaving is something I want to do much more of so hopefully there’ll be more creations coming. It blows me away that I can take some fallen palm leaves and noxious weeds and turn them into something strong, practical (and dare I say) beautiful. As I thread each piece of palm leaf in and out I feel reconnected to countless cultures and generations of women before me, somehow so grounding and centring in such busy times.
This amazing Australian Titan Stick Insect even made a home here for a little while. These handsome jurassic bugs have a wide double wing span folded neatly in their body. You can see it unfolded here. They are often hanging around on our clothesline for some reason and kind of freak me out…in the best possible way.