This weekend we stayed closer to home and our taste buds embarked on a flavourful trip. Friday was our 14th month anniversary (yes, we are cheesy enough to celebrate that), and Kristine bumped split-pea soup in favour of an organically-fed Foxton chicken. Stuffed with lemon slices and whole garlic cloves and complimented with mahogany gravy, the alabaster meat was positively transcendent. The best part is that the bones went straightaway into the stock pot!
We had another go at the Manawatu Gorge Scenic Reserve hike, this time from the other side. New life was sprouting everywhere, fresh and green. We found three new lookout points, one of which was a picnic table by a cow pasture. Wind turbines from the wind farm stood 70 metres tall with blades turning eerily silent. I didn’t see any ‘no trespassing’ signs so I crawled through the barbed wire fence and walked right up to one of those monstrous machines. I was so awestruck with my eyes cast heavenward that I planted one foot in the most fertile patch of pasture, compliments of some mammoth bovine.
Kristine was not as weary as I so she busily whisked eggs in the kitchen – hooray, soufflé! Rangiwahians have bestowed us with gifts of fresh eggs and venison. The soufflé rose proud and perfect and was feather light.
This morning before church we had whole wheat pancakes with stone-ground flour from the de Molen windmill. Maple syrup reserves are direly low. If anyone is coming to visit, we request you bring a suitcaseful.
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