“Just pull it in half and suck on it”; Ginger Beef with Curried Veggies
And so I did. Tentatively at first. Nothing. I filled my lungs and sucked for all I was worth, afraid my throat would fill with a choking gush. I pulled away. Nothing. Then. There. It. Was.
Water. My water. Sweet, clear, cold, quick water. I laughed at the cleverness of myself.
I have scars for this water, don’t give me water? I’ll find my own dam water! I crowed to myself. I was beginning to think my survival instincts were a little more fine tuned than I had previously thought. My pond is doubling, tripling in size. My garden is erupting around it. Water drips down newly exposed rocks and roots washing away clay and pebbles to the pond below. Unpretentiously moss blooms puddled gently among the stones.
Later the same day the water is still not flowing. I can’t get the gravity fed to work properly, even though everything looks the same to me as when Mr.T sets it up. I admit it is the third time I have taken it out. I like to dig. What can I say?
I am making a public promise to not take out the water line so I can dig there. There are lots of other places to dig.
Dammit, and I was feeling soooo goooood and sooo cocky about my mad water skillz.
BBQing last night was an epic fail. I made a propane fire in the BBQ. After I had burned off the grill I returned to find the third knob blown off the BBQ and opened it to find one of the burners had dropped down, I am assuming from the heat? And fire was pouring out of it because it was stuck ON. I ran up the hill calling calmly for Mr.T to run down and fix things.
Later he asked what the first thing to do when having a problem with a gas sourced appliance.
No. I did not turn off the propane tank when I ran away worried it might explode.
I should complain about him less. He is pretty useful.
I’ve enclosed some shots of the Yurt on the day we arrived. Things are looking pretty different now, I’ve moved the kitchen around and it’s much greener. I’ll post new pics as soon as I pick up the box of stuff we left behind when we moved from the Bus Station in Nelson.
The cool of the morning is now respite from the heat of the day. It takes until mid afternoon for the Yurt to heat up, and then the warmth of the hot afternoon sun is a gift for the cold mountain night. This morning I could see my breath in bed. This afternoon I sunburned my shoulders.
Despite having just a single burner on a Coleman stove right now (need to go harass Wild Bill soon) and a cooler I feel like I’ve been making fantastic food.
1lb cooked roast beef cut into thin strips.
Pan fry in a 2tbsp butter until well browned.
Add a couple knuckles of finely grated ginger; I use a rasp.
2 good sloshes of Tamari. A glop of honey.
Serve to admiring crowd. Everybody (as in all 3 kids too!) loved this.
Again, 2 tbsp of butter in the frying pan with a bit of grated ginger to make the air fragrant.
2tbsp Thai Kitchen Mild Green Curry Paste (hey, busy mama here!)
1 family sized sweet potato- peeled and sliced in rounds- pan fry in the butter, ginger and curry paste until toasty brown. Flip.
top with 1/2 a large cauliflower, cut into pieces
cook until veg’s soften, turn heat down
add a dash of Tamari, 2tbsp peanut butter and 1/2 cup of heavy cream.
Top with chopped fresh cilantro.
Mmm. His Lordship, whom by formal request will henceforth be known as The Evil Wizard (way more fitting anyway) wouldn’t try it but Coach Rapper and #3 loved it.
I added cashews, but those were not well received by my taste testers.