Borscht for Phoebe

I have been asked for my borscht recipe and I thought I'd post it so I'd also remember next time what I did last time :) I sometimes have issues with recipes. I think the problem is that I have too many for some things, so I can't decide how to make it. And I can't always be bothered following them. But you can't go wrong with borscht :) This is my very basic plain vegetarian version of borscht.

I just grab a bunch of fresh beets (I think they come in bunches of around 5-7?), scrub them, chop off the ends, peel if you want- if you don't peel them, it has more of an earthy taste? if you do peel them, it tastes umm cleaner or something? smoother?! Probably peel them if you're not sure.
Chop into rough chunks and cover with water & bring to boil & leave simmering for ages- over an hour, until they're mushy. Add an onion or two sometime at the beginning. Fresh dill or dill anything is nice too, added towards the end. Add garlic or salt or whatever else you like to cook with. I stick my food processor hand blender in the pot near the end too, just to make sure it's not lumpy :)

Serve with sour cream. If you don't like sour cream but still want it to taste a bit tangy, put some lemon juice in near the end. And voila, you've got borscht :)

Galahs in the morning

I pity anyone who's trying to sleep of a morning when galahs in the hundreds go screeching overhead, back and forth, again and again. They seem to like the naturestrips around my house. And the paddock next door when the grass is short. I liked it when my sister and my dad had pet ones cos you could pat them ;) I was about to leave for work when I took these photos.

Cows With Guns

In keeping with the above post, I decided it was time to have a fish around for this lovely song. It sounds better than it reads, too. (No really, it does). I love it. I love cows. Woohoo me.

Cows With Guns
by Dana Lyons
by Dana Lyons, copyright 1996

Intro
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Am G Am

^AmFat and docile, big and dumb
They look so stupid, they aren't much fun
^GCows aren't ^Amfun

They eat to grow, grow to die
Die to be et at the hamburger fry
Cows well done

Nobody thunk it, nobody knew
No one imagined the great cow guru
Cows are one

He hid in the forest, read books with great zeal
He loved Che Guevera, a revolutionary veal
Cow Tse Tongue

He spoke about justice, but nobody stirred
He felt like an outcast, alone in the herd
Cow doldrums

He mooed we must fight, escape or we'll die
Cows gathered around, cause the steaks were so high
Bad cow pun

But then he was captured, stuffed into a crate
Loaded onto a truck, where he rode to his fate
Cows are bummed

He was a scrawny calf, who looked rather woozy
No one suspected he was packing an Uzi
Cows with guns

They came with a needle to stick in his thigh
He kicked for the groin, he pissed in their eye
Cow well hung

Knocked over a tractor and ran for the door
Six gallons of gas flowed out on the floor
Run cows run!

He picked up a bullhorn and jumped up on the hay
We are free roving bovines, we run free today

We will ^Ffight for bovine ^Cfreedom
And ^Ehold our large heads ^Amhigh
We will ^Frun free with the ^CBuffalo, or ^Edie
Cows with [Am]guns

They crashed the gate in a great stampede
Tipped over a milk truck, torched all the feed
Cows have fun

Sixty police cars were piled in a heap
Covered in cow pies, covered up deep
Much cow dung

Black smoke rising, darkening the day
Twelve burning McDonalds, have it your way

We will fight for bovine freedom
And hold our large heads high
We will run free with the Buffalo, or die
Cows with guns

The President said "enough is enough

These uppity cattle, its time to get tough"
Cow dung flung

The newspapers gloated, folks sighed with relief
Tomorrow at noon, they would all be ground beef
Cows on buns

The cows were surrounded, they waited and prayed
They mooed their last moos,
they chewed their last hay
Cows out gunned

The order was given to turn cows to whoppers
Enforced by the might of ten thousand coppers
But on the horizon surrounding the shoppers
Came the deafening roar, of chickens in choppers

We will fight for bovine freedom
And hold our large heads high
We will run free with the Buffalo, or die-eeeeeeeee-eee
Cows with guns

Copyright 1996 Lyons Brothers Music (BMI)
PO Box 2627, Bellingham, WA 98227 USA

All Rights Reserved
www.cowswithguns.com

Reid's Farm

Although it was a month ago, it was a very nice Sunday afternoon at the Reid's farm.




I love it how cows just stare. They either look really suspicious and paranoid, really dumb or like they're really plotting something. Maybe it's a bit of all three.

Today

Love the beach in March

Our holidays, long ago as they were. We stayed in this lovely little cottage at Flinders and enjoyed every minute of it. Hardly did anything and read a lot of books :) March 18th to 23rd, 2007.