Tomato & Plum Chutney

With some green tomatoes to use before I pull up the plants and say goodbye until Spring, and of course the neverending blood plums, I decided to match the two for a chutney. I only made a small batch to test it out, and although sweet at first I suspect it will mellow out a…

Harvest Plum Cake

The Beloved and myself along with our assorted army of pointy nosed hounds have been on holidays on the Sapphire Coast. The plums were beginning to colour just as we left so I knew they would be ready within a day or so of our return. When we pulled into the driveway we could see…

Mango Gazpacho

The Beloved bought me a tray of mangoes as one of my birthday presents, and as much as I love scoffing them au naturale I do like figuring out what to do with them all. Since we are currently hot and sweaty Down Under a chilled soup is just the ticket. I was playing around…

Mum’s Carrot & Pineapple Cake

Food is the universal language of memories isn’t it? There are so many occasions when I’m cooking or eating that evoke places and people in my mind. I remember not even being high enough to see over the bench top and “assisting” my Mum in the kitchen. The many times me, my youngest sister, and…

Smoky Plum Sauce Marinated Tofu & Wilted Greens

Ah, Spring. So much choice at the fruit shop! Mangoes and strawberries are high on my must have list at present. Meals become lighter and I don’t know about you but enjoying the great outdoors becomes more manageable here on our mountaintop. I’ve been busy in the garden soaking up lots of Vitamin D and…

Wild Mushroom Pie

I love autumn. The days are still warm enough to be outside pottering around the garden, the nights are getting quite chilly and towards the end of April we start lighting our slow combustion fire. It’s cosy and pleasant. And there are mushrooms. We had so much rain at the beginning of autumn the mushrooms…

Cherry Plum & Lavender Jam

I remember learning how to make jam by watching my mum as a child. I clearly recall one year my Dad had picked all the ripe plums off our enormous tree and brought them to her to make jam. It was 40 degrees in the middle of a Victorian heatwave and the last thing Mum…