Winter of discontent

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The last time I posted I was longing for the lazy, cozy quiet of a Northbrook winter.  I imagined two weeks of Christmas holidays and then calm, relaxed weekends.  The universe had other plans for us.

About a week before Christmas we learned that pipes had frozen and burst during the week.  We dropped everything and drove up to the farm mid week only to find this.

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No, that’s not an ice sculpture, that’s the toilet in our master bathroom – completely encapsulated in ice.  At the end of the day we had a main bathroom that needed gutting, a living room ceiling that needed to be ripped out and replaced and this lovely hole in the plaster wall of our hallway.

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The damage also meant that we didn’t spend the Christmas holidays at the farm – and the lovely tree that the kids decorated was enjoyed for a total of one evening.  Christmas in the city became a sort of utilitarian affair – the WorkHorse went to the office and I went to the gym.  In the midst of that routine we hosted the WorkHorse’s parents who were displaced by an ice storm.  I wouldn’t say it was a terrible Christmas, but it won’t go down as one of our favourites.

At the same time, the renovation that we were told would take no more than 60 days – we’d be sitting by the fire at Christmas, he said – drags on at a snail’s pace.  I’ve come to understand that everything that can go wrong will go wrong, and I’ve adjusted my expectations on timing.  Now I just hope that by the time summer rolls around our renovation will be complete and  in use.

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It was all bound to happen.  These are the perils of owning a second home – and of renovating in general.

We’re coming to the end of our first full weekend at the farm since Christmas and we’re trying to enjoy despite its temporary shortcomings.  The upside is a new main bathroom, which should be finished soon – here’s a sneak peek:

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One day soon this place will feel like home again in the same way.  In the meantime, I’m faking it with a pot of soup on the stove and a cup of tea at my side.

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Since I last posted more than two months ago it seems we’ve barely paused here at the farm.  With two years under my belt here, I now understand that the times of the year that keep us busiest in the city happen to coincide with the months in which the garden is most demanding.  As a result, when we’ve been at Northbrook over the last two months, which is less than I’d like it to be, we’ve been cleaning up the garden, planting garlic, mulching, composting and of course, gathering up the leaves.  Each autumn now I am truly grateful for the Cyclone Rake and it’s marriage-saving powers.

Not to be outdone by the grounds, the house has been requiring more than a little attention as our renovation is underway.

The idea, which came from the previous owner, was to tear down the summer kitchen – an uninsulated room attached to the house now used for storage and raccoon housing.  In it’s place will go a family room featuring comfortable seating and a fireplace.  It will also house electronics so that the current small living room can be a quiet place to sit and read.

Here’s what the summer kitchen looked like in the beginning.  I don’t have any indoor shots handy, but imagine a crappy shed-like room full of paint cans and racoon poo and you’ll get the idea.

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The reno began about a month ago.renovation 1renovation 2

Coming up each weekend is making the changes dramatic.renovation 3

Like any renovation worth its salt, it’s taking much longer than anticipated and will naturally lead to heart-palpitation worthy cost escalations.  It’s not our first rodeo, renovation wise, though so I know we’ll survive it all.  I’ve also discovered there’s a lot to be said for not living full-time where you’re renovating.

The rest of the last few months have been eaten up by city weekends, bike races and travels.  We held the second annual Northbrook Olympics.  image

The weather didn’t cooperate but I didn’t overcook the turkey this year, and I made this

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Since we had to take it inside, we had a great game of charades.

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Looking ahead, we’ll be tethered to the city over the next few weeks as the Girl turns nine, among other things.

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There are the holidays to prepare for and, as the renovation progresses door knobs, rugs and light fixtures to sort out.  It’s hard to believe, but I’m actually looking forward to winter coming – not so much for the weather, but for the hunkering down period.  Northbrook is perfect for many things, but passing a cold winter weekend is one of it’s best. Until the next drive by visit long enough for a blog post…

 

Racing to the end

Yesterday was our last full day of summer at Northbrook Farm.  Today we pack up and head back to the city in anticipation of back to school/life/work on Tuesday.  You’d think we spent the day swimming, eating, drinking and generally partying, wouldn’t you?  You’d be wrong.  We spent the day running as hard as we could.

First, we were expecting the annual wood delivery.  Usually Clayton and his buddy load the wood, with the aid of the WorkHorse, into the summer kitchen.  Since we’re about to rip the summer kitchen off we had to relocate this year.  So, we cleaned up the potting shed area of the Crappy Shed.  Clayton came and we helped him unload.  Then, and this is the fun part, we moved all of the remaining wood from last year from the summer kitchen to the crappy shed.  We unstacked it, transported it and restacked it.  Good times.  It’s a job done and at least the potting shed has had a much-needed cleaning.  I do like to keep it nice for the raccoons….

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After that, laundry.  So much laundry.  While the laundry was going I made a pot of chili for the freezer and supervised (minimally) the Girl making bread.  The WorkHorse never stopped all afternoon either. At 5:00, after picking a batch and a half of pickling cucumbers and dill, he decided to take the kids to find more apples while I made dinner.  After dinner the pickling and canning started.  While the apples were breaking down we made what we think will be the last dills of the year.  I then went to work on some Zesty Honey Pilsner pickles using the salad cucumbers from the garden, of which we had too many.

Everything took longer than anticipated and at 11:00 the madness was still ongoing.  In hindsight I’m grateful that a shortage of jars stopped me from making pickled carrots!  I was inspired by the pickling recipes in Molly Wizenberg’s A Homemade Life and I’d made the pickled grapes the night before (oddly delicious, as I’d suspected).  The carrots will have to be pickled another day!

So far, 2013′s canning tally is:

dill pickles – 35 quarts

applesauce – 13 quarts (more to come hopefully)

salsa – 10 quarts

beets – 2 quarts

honey pilsner pickles – 4 quarts

pickled grapes – 1 quart

Total madness, right?  At the very least, we’re in good shape in the event of a zombie apocalypse, which when you live with a 10 year-old boy, is a topic that comes up more often than you would think.

Happy return to life to you, and let me know if you need a jar of pickles.

P.s. Here’s a shot of the garden this morning.

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End of summer angst…with a side of salsa

It’s been an angst-ridden kind of week. Strange, since we were thrilled to pick up the kids on Monday after three weeks of summer camp, and since the WorkHorse was on vacation all week.  This week had no business having even the tiniest bit of angst.  But still, it persisted.

My malaise stemmed not from any unhappiness, but rather from a surplus of it.  It’s been a wonderful summer.  In August, the WorkHorse and I enjoyed three glorious, kid-free weeks, during which I maintained a perfect no-cooking record.  The kids had a great time at camp and were glad to come home.  We had a fabulous, if busy, trip to London and Paris in June and the kids had a great July of day camp and farm time.  While in the city we ate good meals, had great nights out and I worked with clients whom I genuinely enjoy.  All good.  Now I’m staring down the school year and real life and it’s making me just a little itchy.  I’m not worried, I’ve been like this every school year since the first one.  It’ll pass.  Mums will replace the impatiens.  Life will pick up speed.  The WorkHorse will race nearly every weekend this fall, the kids will have lessons and birthday parties.  We’ll host the second annual Thanksgiving Olympics, and with a little luck, all will be great, or mostly great anyway.  I think it’s the change in the changing of the seasons that never sits well with me.  Ignore me.

With the return of the kids came the return of cooking.  We ate ribs with Caesar salad as the homecoming meal.  And then I served them a zucchini chocolate cake, which was delicious…and they had no idea there was zucchini in it.  I made the same cake later in the week only I cleaned it up so I could eat it too – gluten free and lower in fat, and somehow it’s even better.  You should make it.  Don’t tell your kids about the zucchini, it’ll be our little secret.  The Girl made homemade gnocchi with fresh tomato sauce for the second year running.  It’s insanely good even if it does take all day to make.

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We also ate chicken chili, flank steak and piles of tomatoes fresh from the garden, sliced and topped with sea salt and our basil (which is turning bitter but I don’t care).  Every meal has also had a jar of our pickles on the table.  (There are 30 large jars of pickles in the basement fridge.  Don’t judge us – they are perfection in a mason jar – just the right balance of sweet and sour.)  We’ve also developed an addiction to the zucchini salad I invented earlier this summer when the Fairy Grandmother came to visit.  Even the Girl loves it.  I’ll include the “recipe” below – it’ll make you love zucchini, I promise.

We made our annual batch of salsa.  This year the kids pitched in too.  Here’s the Boy discovering the joys of peeling a tomato.

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By contrast, here’s his younger sister managing the blanching of the tomatoes.

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Regrettably I realized we’d forgotten to add cilantro just as we were removing the jars from the water bath.  Oh well.  That’s what you get for letting the kids manage the recipe – but that’s a trade-off I’m willing to make.

More salsa pics:

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The WorkHorse made pickled beets.  It turns out he has a thing for canning – who knew?  He tells me it’s extremely satisfying.  I totally agree, as it happens.  In fact, as I write this the first batch of apple sauce is underway. The apple tree is jam packed with fruit this year, after not producing a single apple last year.  (It’s wonderful but it’s a pain in the ass to mow around with so many apples on the ground.)  I think there will be many, many batches of apple sauce to come.

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Elsewhere around the farm we are busy planning for the fall renovation of the summer kitchen.  I’m excited but also a little nervous about the impending destruction.  More to come on that front.

In the big shed we added a squat rack and a set of dumbbells.  It’s the best thing ever.

Inside we did a little decorating of the front hall.  We changed  out the old yellow brass fixture for a beauty from Restoration Hardware, which is a replica of a barn door pulley.  I found some $3 prints (turned out to actually be framed fabric) from a local antique store and fixed them up with some new Ikea frames.  A friend of the farm (originally a friend of the Master Gardener) donated some lovely antique keys which went up, as did a collection of family photographs.  The Fairy Grandmother gave us a lovely vintage hand hooked rug which makes the whole thing perfect.  Would it be weird to just hang out in the front hall?  I kind of want to.

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We’ve added a few things to the dining room too, but I’ll save that for another day.

Zucchini Delicious Salad

- a zucchini of any size, made into ribbons with a vegetable peeler

- a glug of avocado oil

- a splash of white wine vinger

- some sea salt

- some lemon zest

Toss and enjoy.

I’ll make sure to enjoy my final days of summer and try to leave the angst behind.

Perfect

There’s a deeply ingrained ritual here at Northbrook farm.  On weekends, or other vacation-y times, somewhere between 5:00 and 6:00 the children are invited to watch television.  This frees up the parents for Northbrook cocktail hour.  Most often this happens on the side deck where we can both look out at the back garden and keep an eye on whatever is on the barbecue.

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At that time of day the light is lovely, from spring to fall.  There’s a pinky golden warmth illuminating our drab grey barn, and the back fields somehow look as though they are resting in the sunshine.  Not infrequently in these moments, the Workhorse will turn to me and ask, “how’s your farm?”, to which I always reply, “it’s perfect.”

Northbrook has been very good to us this summer.  The garden has been generous and bountiful.

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  • Last night we made our fourth batch of pickles (6lbs per batch).  I’m happy to report that I was able to keep up with the cucumbers with enough dill, onions and garlic this year.
  • The determinate tomatoes are offering up beautiful specimens, and although I was supposed to use them for salsa, I’m doubtful that any will be left when salsa making happens.  The indeterminate tomatoes are making stunning and delicious, improbably large offerings to the salad plate.
  • There are bushels of potatoes.
  • We’ve got hot and sweet peppers.
  • The freezer is full of green beans (probably my favourite crop for low input-high output).
  • The leeks, carrots and parsnips are still in the beds.
  • The beets only flourished in one of the locations I planted them but they were beautiful.
  • I did manage to grow peas this year, but harvested them too late – delicious still, but maybe a victim of being a weekend gardener only.
  • I got much better at succession planting the herbs, so we’ve had a constant supply of cilantro, basil, parsley and dill.
  • The garlic was not only delicious, but also lovely to look at in the garden, which made up for the small onions again this year.
  • We’ve managed to avoid powdery mildew on the summer squash and have enjoyed patty pans as well as zucchini.  bounty3aug2013
  • I’m optimistic about the asparagus, which seems to be filling in even though I broke the cardinal rule and moved it last fall.
  • I wasn’t as good at keeping lettuce going in the garden as I was the herbs, which is just ridiculous considering how easy it is to  grow, but there is a bed with tiny seedlings of lettuce, arugula, spinach and kale, which I hope to add to the September and October plates.  bounty2aug13
  • After months of waiting and almost pulling it out, the broccoli is finally flowering.
  • Of course the pumpkins, winter squash and melons stubbornly refuse to grown, but at least the sunflowers have done my bidding this year, making for a great backdrop to my garden bench.
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  • The apple tree is struggling under the weight of all the apples.  I’m predicting lots of apple crisps, apple sauces, apple muffins….

One of my favourite things about the garden this year is how noisy it is.  I planted more borage this year because it’s beautiful and happens to like living at Northbrook.  It’s a great companion plant and the edible blue flowers dress up of a plate of sliced vegetables like no one’s business.  I didn’t realize how popular it would be with the bees.  The garden is so full of bees and other insects that it’s bordering on the excessive.  The cilantro I let go to flower is probably the second favourite insect spot, followed by the mullein weed that snuck in but which I couldn’t bring myself to pull out since the bugs seem to like it.  The giant sunflowers are just about to open, which might bring some relief to the borage.

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We’ve also found toads and frogs, which is a good sign of a happy garden.  There is no evidence of the toads living in the homes we made for them…yet.

Of course the farm wasn’t entirely perfect this summer.  We battled with our two-year neglect of the water system and got the dreaded unsafe water test result.  This meant weeks of bottled water, lots of calls and trips to the city health board, and getting the local water company on board.  The good news is that we now have not only clean and safe water, but also a handle on the system.

There were multiple power outages.  One caused us to lose all the food in our fridge and freezer, the other was responsible for cancelling the Boy’s birthday party.

There was lots of work to do around the farm.  Weeding, clearing, planting, painting, schlepping, cleaning and so much more.  Despite it all, Northbrook gives us much more than it takes.  Beyond all of the vegetables, we’ve enjoyed all kinds of nature.  We’ve had two sets of babies this summer on the front porch – sparrows and robins.  A pair of bluebirds flew around us all of July.  Our many hummingbirds love to come by at all hours.  The corn in the front field has given us privacy and quiet, and the flowers have bloomed all over the farm giving us colour and beauty.  The hollyhocks grew to more than 8 feet tall and were stunning.

Mostly though, Northbrook gives me peace, room to breathe, and a place to be centered.  Perfection to me, indeed.

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I’m stealing the last few moments of an early start to the day.  The WorkHorse was commuting to the city this morning and pointed out this when he got up.

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I’m a sucker for a sunrise, so I started my day at 5:00.

At the moment it’s very quiet in the house because last night the kids got up to this:

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Grandpa decided the Boy should have a place of his own, so for his birthday he received this brand new tent.  The kids camped out there overnight, where they remain this morning.  We were expecting someone to cave and come in the house at some point, but unless they’ve been dragged off by coyotes in the night they are enjoying a sleep-in as I type.  It’s hard to believe anyone could sleep in between the sunrise, the birds and the roosters..so I may have to check on them soon just to make sure that coyote thing didn’t happen.  They did look pretty cozy when I said goodnight….DSC_0020

It’s been so long between posts because life has been very, very full.  We’ve been going at a dead run since early May and the time that I’ve had at Northbrook has been dedicated to gardening and just enjoying it.

This week the kids and I spent a good few days up here, and will return for longer after a quick trip to the city.  We were all set for the Boy’s 10th birthday pool party this weekend.  Then, a wild storm blew through on Friday and knocked out our power out until noon on Saturday.  Since no electricity also means no plumbing, we were forced to cancel.  The boy took it as well as can be expected, but a disappointing blow all the same.  We did our best to salvage the weekend.  Here’s the boy enjoying a cake made and decorated by his sister.

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A lot of the weekend was dedicated to the garden as well.  The WorkHorse has been helping a lot in the battle against the bindweed.  The battle continues and I’m still not sure we’ll be the victors.

Bindweed aside, the garden is also very, very full.  We’ve had early cucumbers, zucchini, pattypan squash, potatoes, peppers, green beans, beets, peas, basil, and cilantro.  993355_10151794682412354_649121073_n

Here’s what I foraged for dinner the other night.

Potato salad from Ian Knauer’s The Farm – I put three or four different colour potatoes in plus basil and cilantro from the garden.

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Mixed beets with goat cheese and basil.

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Beet greens with potent, fresh from the ground garlic.

DSC_0006 Last night’s project was blanching and freezing this pile of goodness,

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and today’s project is cleaning and preparing the garlic and onion harvests so I can cure them in the sun for a few weeks.1012868_10151794664637354_839228043_n

That’s the update from Northbrook.  Here’s hoping good things are growing, eaten and celebrated where you are too.

Delinquent again

A Tuesday morning when the WorkHorse is home and transporting children to school and I have a rare hour to get a few things done.

I’m shocked at the way life has conspired to keep us away from the farm over the last two months.  Here’s what we’ve been up to.

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My 9 year old black belt.

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The girl is a published author.

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The Tough Mudder of those tough kids.

There’s more.  The WorkHorse has been traveling for his job like crazy.  The kids are busy at school and I’ve been finishing up the sale of my business.  In the midst of all of this activity, we’ve managed to get the garden put in.

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Isn’t it pretty?  Of course there isn’t enough room – there never will be.  It’s nice having things come up at the start of the season like the chives and garlic.  I put in horrid marigolds (blech) which I hope will repel nasty bugs and which, I’ll admit, do provide a nice pop of colour.  I stuck  a few little flowers here and there, both in the beds and in pots, as well as in my new log planter that the WorkHorse foraged for me.

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Well hello there, handsome.  May I introduce you to one of the pumpkin plants that is going to make many pumpkins this year and not have any trouble with bindweed?  That’s right.

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One of the cherry bushes.  I think it’ll be a few years before anything really exciting happens here.

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Crappy shed bed, take 2.  I planted some salvia, the hollyhocks are back and very happy, a few sunflowers actually germinated this year, and if you look closely, a brand new shiny toad house just waiting for a lucky toad to come along and claim it.  Bat houses have also gone up – we love all manner of things the rest of the world finds creepy.DSC_0031 (2)

Bwah ha ha – my cunning plan of netting the corn foiled the hungry birds this year and it has sprouted.  (Now I wait for it to grow so the raccoons can eat it, like they do to my strawberries.)

I was actually smug about the garden for about 1 week.  After it all went in and started to germinate I enjoyed a brief period of self congratulation, although I knew it was just a matter of time before issues arose.  It’s started.  The cucumbers and peppers are looking very sickly indeed and they’ve barely begun.  I may (and this pains me) have to supplement with nursery-bought plants.  Makes me feel like a fraud, but at least I’ll be a fraud with lots of pickles in a few months.

The next few weeks promise to be equally as hectic,with some much anticipated farm time scheduled for July and August.  I can’t wait.