Monday, 17 August 2015

Wild Swimming

One of this summer's favourite frugal activities has been swimming. Wiltshire Council kindly provides free swimming for kids during the summer holidays, and we've made good use of the offer. 

This year the kids have also enjoyed wild swimming. Not in Wiltshire, but in the East Dart at Bellever, Devon, and further down in the River Dart itself at Newbridge, towards Ashburton -a really popular swimming spot.

It was icy cold water and both kids quickly concluded that wetsuits are definitely needed for river swimming in England. That was why I couldn't be found in the water. Rivers are just as enjoyable when you're sitting beside them, enjoying the sound of the water flowing swiftly over large granite stones and the play of the light as it shines through the trees.

Wild swimming has really become a 'thing' over the last few years - locally, a swimming area on the Avon not too far from here has become very well known, although we have yet to make our way there. With the help of Grandad and the Internet, Son seemed to easily find grid references for the two Dartmoor swimming places we visited - both were safe (as in, not too deep) and the water looked clear and fast flowing enough not to be harbouring any nasty diseases.

A good introduction to wild swimming, and certainly something we (or some of us) will pursue.

Do you know any good spots for wild swimming near where you live?

Wednesday, 12 August 2015

Two of your Five-a-Day...inspired by GBBO

Two weeks ago I told you about my bloggy collaboration with Fabrizio from, a website that promotes products produced by monasteries. Fabrizio sent me two food items produced by monks in Italy to use in recipes of my choice. 

The deal was that in return for receiving the edible products, I would link to the Holy Art UK website. I've already told you about the cream tea we enjoyed using the Italian gooseberry jam. The second item was a beautifully packaged bar of chocolate, Il Cioccolato Di Roma, no less. So delightfully packaged that we almost didn't want to eat it. Once we'd opened the chocolate it did seem a shame to cook with such an objet d'art, so we ate half of it as it was, neat. Unsurprisingly it was delicious.

What to do with the other half?

My usual policy is not to get involved in reality TV shows that will sap hours from my life and that promote the culture of celebrity. It's the holidays though, so I broke the rules and accidentally watched the first episode of The Great British Bake Off last week.

Maybe the reason I don't watch reality TV shows is also because they are so emotionally draining. I know it's 'just a cake' as Husband reminded me several times, but I couldn't help but shed a tear when the woman whose non-setting chocolate mousse filling showed her sloppy chocolate cakey mess to the judges anyway. And as for poor musician Stu (who was the first to exit the competition) and his creative cakes that didn't impress...The best way to show solidarity with him and his Black Forest Gateau made with beetroot, was to make one too.

Not a four layered thing, that would be just too extravagant, but Jamie Oliver's Epic Chocolate and Beetroot Cake (you can find the recipe here) sandwiched with creme fraiche and cherries. Beetroot and cherries makes two of your five-a-day, and with no flour or additional fat (other than that in the chocolate) required and a relatively insignificant amount of sugar, this cake can only be a good thing...

In deference to the GBBO, I asked for feedback on my 'chocolate work' decorating the top of the cake. "I don't think you can call melted Italian chocolate spread around with a fork 'chocolate work' ", said Son. I guess I won't be entering any baking competitions soon, but the cake was still scrumptious or even, to use Jamie Oliver's description, epic. Thanks to the grated beetroot it's very rich, moist and chocolatey. I did have to buy some Co-op dark chocolate to top up the Italian stuff to the volume required in the recipe. (In fact the Italian chocolate was Al Latte and probably wouldn't have been dark enough on its own (so it really was a good and useful thing that we ate the other half on its own)).

This is a cake to be savoured slowly, just like Il Cioccolato di Roma.

Monday, 10 August 2015

The RE-giveaway winner and Tilley hat love.

I promised that I'd draw a number out of the hat for the Simple Living Handbook re-giveaway if Kathi from Florida, the original Simple Living Handbook giveaway winner, didn't reappear. She didn't. If she ever does I promise I will make it up to her. 

I got one of my kids to draw a number out of the hat. The number was 9. Commenter number 9 (if you take away a duplicate commenter) was Louise Houghton so Louise is the winner this time! Pleeeeease drop me an email via the blog's email ( with your address, Louise, so I can post the book to you. 

That's my Tilley hat in the picture. One of my favourite possessions. Tilley hats are not cheap but last year I invested in one (and it was truly an investment at nearly £60) in the interests of good sun protection. Usually I'll scrimp and save and look for the secondhand or cheapest option but sometimes it's worth spending out, especially when personal health is concerned. And Tilley hat owners must be a loyal bunch who hang on to their hats - you won't find many bargains on eBay. I was also after, once and for all, a hat with a brim that doesn't flop around and which doesn't blow away in the slightest gust of wind - the Tilley stays firmly put and even has adjustable strings for extreme weather conditions. 

Tilley, a Canadian company, pride themselves on making good quality products "handmade with Canadian persnickitiness", that last. Their hats come with a life-time guarantee - worn-out hats will be relaced for a small fee. A letter in a recent Which? consumer magazine from a Tilley hat owner praised them for successfully replacing his hat after 18 years.  

I'm hoping that this is a case where the initial investment will be outweighed by the fact that I will never ever need to purchase another sun hat again and so it will work out to be a frugal choice in the long run. I just mustn't lose the hat. 

What also swayed me in my decision were the environmental credentials of my particular hat - the Tilley 'Mash-Up' - it is made of 70% recycled hemp and 30% organic cotton. It's not a flashy hat - it's simple, eco and I think frugal. That's how I like it.

I'm curious - what items are you prepared to spend more on, in the hope that they will last well and save you money in the long term?

All opinions my own - this was not a sponsored post in any way.

Friday, 7 August 2015

RIP Chickens

A sad blog post, this. You can maybe tell where this is leading.

Not to beat about the bush, a fox took all our chickens. Yes, ALL five of them, the four ex-commercial hens and our original white hen Yoko. In one night. Without eating any of them. Just lined them up neatly and disappeared.

We were devastated. Two of us cried our eyes out at the sheer brutality of it and at our own part in the situation. One of us momentarily reversed her position on fox hunting. 

For various reasons Husband had left the door of the chicken house open that night. Despite the gate of the supposedly fox-proof chicken coop being shut and the fact that we have only twice in five years seen evidence of foxes in what is a small, town-centre allotment site surrounded by roads, this fox persisted and clawed through the chicken wire.

Poor chickens. The only consolation is that Yoko had a good life of at least five years, and the ex-commercial hens had a longer and happier life than many other commercial hens.

We are going to give the land a rest for now, and maybe resume chicken-keeping again some time in the future. 

RIP Chickens

Wednesday, 5 August 2015

A Simple Living RE-giveaway...

It often happens with the Giveaways on this blog...the winners disappear. That's what happened with the last one which was for a book called The Simple Living Handbook. In the interests of summer decluttering, I'm going to re-give it away, with the usual rule that if the original winner Kathi from Florida resurfaces in the process of re-giving it away she reverts to being the winner. I guess it just makes it all the more exciting. As if a Simple Living book giveaway was not exciting enough already, that is.

So here you have it - here's the book:

And here's what I wrote about it before:

"It's a quick read (two sittings for me, and I usually take ages to finish a book) in a very colloquial style (Lorilee was a blogger at LovingSimpeLiving and most of us bloggers are not professional writers). Although it's not the most comprehensive simple living book, it covers many aspects, not just the decluttering of 'stuff'. The author's approach to life is clearly informed by her strong faith and that may not be everyone's cup of tea.

I sometimes think that I'vc had enough of reading about frugality and simple living, but in a world where it is still something of a counter-cultural lifestyle choice, I want to be kept inspired and affirmed. A different perspective on things can be motivating."

If Kathi doesn't come forward and you'd like to be in with a chance of reading this book, just comment on this blog post by 7pm (GMT) on Sunday, and I'll stick all the names in a hat. Open to all readers worldwide. If you do comment, please don't forget to come back afterwards to see if you've won! Good luck!

Monday, 3 August 2015

Labyrinth love

I do love a good labyrinth, and summer provides the opportunity to visit two of our favourites. 

Seaton Labyrinth in Devon - image from

Often confused with a maze (which has lots of opportunities for wrong turnings and retracing your steps) a labyrinth has a single path which winds its way back and forth to the centre. At times you feel that you are on a path that surely leads in the opposite direction from your goal. 

It takes patience to follow the path assiduously without cheating. In fact, what is the point - why take twenty minutes to walk around in circles? Well, aside from being a place within which to keep a minotaur, labyrinths have often been used for contemplation and quieting the mind, and even as part of worship. Surprisingly, in our 'have it now' world that values short cuts and quick fixes, labyrinths have enjoyed a resurgence in recent years (I think both of our labyrinths are millennial). Maybe they really do speak to something deeper within us.

Son inside the willow labyrinth at Bradford-on-Avon -
harder to cut corners on this one because you can't see the centre.

Friday, 31 July 2015

The right way to serve a cream tea...

Occasionally I get emails from companies or organisations requesting a collaboration of some description here on the blog. I don't get them often enough to have a formal advertising policy so I treat each one on an individual basis. If it's something that interests me, or that is relevant to my eco/frugal/simple blog theme, then I'll go with it. The quirkier the request the more interested I am, although I did once turn down a writer who wanted to guest blog on the topic of "How to look after your books".  On the other hand, however, I have blogged in return for knobs. (You can read that blog post here - the knobs feature at the end). If it's a sofa company wanting me to link up with them, it's a big yawn and I'm definitely not interested.

When Fabrizio from got in touch and asked if he could send me a set of natural products that I could taste and use to cook a 'delicious dish', it was unusual enough to get me interested. I do blog about food a lot and I always like a natural product. Having visited the Cistercian monastery on Caldey Island last year and sampled the fudge they produce there, the part of Fabrizio's email that talked about helping some Monasteries to promote their natural products by blogging about them, appealed to me.

I was excited to see what the natural products would be...When a jar of jam and a bar of beautifully packaged chocolate arrived, I was surprised, but I am a jam lover and a chocolate lover, in moderation, so I could work with that!

This blog post will deal with the jam. (I couldn't come up with a recipe that could incorporate jam and chocolate, so the chocolate will get its own blog post later).

At this time of year there's only really one thing to do with jam and that is to eat it on top* of cream on a scone**. Perhaps I could have done something more elaborate with it but in my opinion there is no better way to show a jam off to its best than as part of a cream tea. Especially if you're from Devon, like me.

The cream tea using the Holyart jam was very special in that the jam had been sent by Fabrizio, all the way from Italy - it is Uva flavour. From the look and taste of the jam I thought that Uva must be plum, but the word for plum is in fact Prugna. Uva is grape/raisin/sultana/gooseberry. The jam is probably gooseberry jam. A cream tea generally utilises red jam, but a Wiltshire cream tea using Italian jam and Cornish clotted cream, is definitely allowed to bend the rules.

A big thank you Fabrizio and Holyart for enabling us to enjoy a cream tea on a rainy English summer's day!

* I am here referring here to the proper way to eat a cream tea, cream first, jam on top - the Devon way, of course.

** I always use Delia Smith's scone recipe which can be found here.

Tuesday, 28 July 2015

Messing about on the river...

Or rather, messing about on the canal...Son's been an only child for ten days while Daughter has been on her World Challenge expedition to Iceland. On  one of his last days of being an 'only', we said we'd treat him to something special. "Kayaking at Bradford-on-Avon", he said without hesitation. We've done this a couple of times there before, but not for ages.

Sunday came round and it was gloomy and raining, but we'd said we would, so we did; armed with wellies and waterproof trousers. Actually, it wasn't as bad outside as it looked from inside. Now there's a useful lesson if you live in England. Don't let rain stop play. We didn't get at all wet and drippy whilst we were rowing, but afterwards Son decided to wade into the River Avon (which runs close to the canal) deeper than his wellies and squelched his way back to the car.

It was all happening on the Kennet and Avon canal on Sunday.We arrived to find a narrow boat unhitched from its mooring and blocking the canal. Fortunately it had been re-secured by the time we had launched our canoe and paddled that far. Then we found some people dangling a magnet into the canal to try and retrieve their keys...We felt as if we were in an episode of Rosie and Jim*. Well worth the £10 canoe hire, for entertainment value alone.

*For non-UK readers, Rosie and Jim was one of our favourite childrens' TV programmes back when the kids were small. The eponymous Rosie and Jim were puppets who lived on a narrow boat, the Ragdoll and got up to all sorts of mischief. Plenty of episodes to be found on Youtube.

Sunday, 26 July 2015

Welcome to the newest member of the family!

No, not a baby or anything, but Victor - Victor the Third. Almost as hard work to keep alive as a real baby.

For his birthday back in April, the only thing that Son wanted, was a Venus Fly Trap plant. Who wouldn't?

Not being an expert in such matters, where else was I to turn but eBay? I was seduced by what I thought was a verdant, bushy (as much as Venus Fly Trap plants can be bushy) Venus Fly Trap plant, for the princely sum of £14.99. I know, but it was the only thing that Son wanted, after all, so no stinting. Really - a relatively modest, frugal desire, compared to the things that a twenty-first century 12 year old boy might crave for his birthday.

It arrived in a tiny plastic bag nestling in some damp kitchen roll, all four leaves of it. You might still be thinking I was ripped off, but you haven't seen the encyclopaedic VFT handbook to download, included with the purchase. This was when we realised it wasn't as simple as leaving it on a window sill to catch a few flies. Oh no. 

They are bog plants requiring rain water to drink and special compost. And they are difficult to keep alive. Or so it seems to us.

Victor the First survived a month, until we went on holiday in May, and then despite copious instructions for our cat/chicken/Victor sitters, we returned to him looking brown and sulky. All his leaves dropped off.

Not to worry, Victor the Second began growing from this miraculous compost, and he looked very healthy, until someone accidentally knocked him and he also turned brown and died.

Third time round, we are being extra careful. Regular feeding. Paranoia about running out of rainwater. (It has been an unpredictable summer after all). A paper clip to support his one feeble leaf in order to prevent it from drooping onto the compost and rotting. And now, just when he's starting to flourish, the dilemma of whether to leave him on his own at home, to possibly suffer the fate of Victor the First, or whether to take him on holiday with us...

Friday, 24 July 2015

Frittering it all away...

It's the school summer holidays and after a very busy few months for the grown-ups here, I've got a bit more time to fritter.

Literally. I've been making fritters.

Pea, mint and feta fritters.

When a neighbour asked if I'd like to come with her to a cookery demo at a local farm shop by vegetarian cook Rachel Demuth (of Demuth's Cookery School in Bath), it seemed the ideal treat for a few months of hard slog. I'm a lapsed vegetarian (read more of that here) who's still really a vegetarian at heart. I cook a lot of veggie stuff, but my repertoire dates from my conversion to vegetarianism in the 1980s - it was good to get more with it at the cookery evening.

The demo didn't disappoint. Rachel and her partner cooked up a veritable veggie feast: basil and pesto bruschetta, followed by pea, mint and feta fritters with tzatziki and local asparagus and toasted almond salad. For dessert we were served stawberries in mint and elderflower syrup. Not only that, but they also dished up lots of sensible advice about veggie cooking and eating - I really liked the pragmatic approach that took into account the benefits of using quality ingredients whilst also accepting that not many people can afford to use expensive ingredients all the time - lots of ideas were given for maximising flavours and saving costs. Rachel's partner is an expert forager so there was also much discussion about the use of foraged ingredients.

I haven't made the pesto yet, although I'm hoping for a more successful attempt than my last one here, but I have made the fritters twice (see recipe below) - they're scrummy, and gluten free as well as vegetarian.

I told a veggie friend about the evening and he recommended Rachel's cookery books - he has one from a few years ago and still uses it often - that's the sign of a good cookery book.

Pea, Mint and Feta fritters

100g fine yellow cornmeal (I could only find a quick cook polenta which seemed to do the trick)
1 tsp baking powder
2 eggs separated
250g peas, podded weight
75g feta crumbled
2 spring onions, finely chopped

Handful of fresh mint
100 ml milk
Salt and black pepper 
Oil for frying (Rachel's a big fan of rapeseed oil)

Blanch the peas and mash them. Mix the cornmeal, baking powder, egg yolks and mashed peas, crumbled feta, spring onion and fresh mint. Add the milk and stir until it's a smooth paste. Season well.

Whisk the egg whites until fluffy and fold into the corn batter.

Heat the oil in a frying pan and drop balls of the batter into the pan - you can make any size. Fry until golden and set. (In fact my mixture was firm enough to roll into balls and flatten into fritters and fry.)

What not to do - Despite Rachel's mantra of doing things by hand, in the interests of speed I still went ahead and whizzed it up in a food blender the first time. Bad idea because everything becomes homogenised and you can't taste the feta!

Note: This is not a sponsored post. My neighbour and I went along of our own free will and paid with our own hard earned cash! All views are my own. I'd definitely go to another of Rachel's demos - the twenty minute suppers course would be right up my street.

Tuesday, 19 May 2015

Blogging Pause...

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If you hadn't already noticed the pause button 
on this blog has been pressed 
for a few weeks.
Do come back in June 2015 when I will return
and breathe some life back into Everyday Life on a Shoestring!

Wednesday, 22 April 2015

It's the simple things...

Like birthday flowers from a lovely friend, from her own garden...

Tied up with a satsuma bag...

I've made washing up scrubbies from citrus fruit bags before, but roses are much prettier.

Thank you A-M!

Wednesday, 15 April 2015

My fine four feathered friends

I have been neglecting you, my blogging friends recently, and for that I apologise. Life has been full, mostly in a good way, and the blog falls by the wayside when that happens. One day I will master the art of dashing off blog posts really quickly, and one day I will be organised enough to stack up a pile of super interesting blog posts in my drafts folder that I can release into cyberspace, at the press of a button.

Easter came and went and I had plans of a seasonal blog post about eggs, and our chickens.

Remember when they looked like this?

That was back in November 2013 (which coincided with another pause in blogging, although that was not a very happy pause). 

Four of our chickens are ex-commercial laying hens, from the British Hen Welfare Trust. And they were in a sorry state when we collected them.

It wasn't long before their feathers regrew however, and they are now the finest looking, healthiest chickens, imaginable. With their ginger feathers glowing in the evening sunshine, they are one of my favourite sights. (One day, I will take photography more seriously to give you a better window on my world).

We got the chickens to keep the last remaining of our original feathered friends, Yoko (now 4 or is it 5 years old), company. After some initial sibling rivalry she has grown to love her sisters.

Between them all they are laying sometimes half a dozen eggs a day. More than we know what to do with, ourselves. (Any of your favourite egg recipes would be gratefully appreciated!). We can't sell them (rules of the allotment and besides, we wouldn't want to get into all the 'elfin safety issues), but we do give them to our fellow allotmenteers who lavish the chickens with lots of attention and crop thinnings and kitchen scraps, and we swap them (yesterday's swap was a jar of home-made marmalade). Daughter takes the odd order and delivers eggs in return for a small donation to her fundraising for World Challenge Iceland Expedition.

The British Hen Welfare Trust (whose aim is to see only UK produced eggs on sale here, resulting in a strong British egg industry where all commercial hens enjoy a good quality of life) is celebrating its 10th birthday this year. They now have 32 teams around the country, nearly 400 volunteers and are aiming for the rehoming of their half a millionth hen soon. That's amazing...Our hens are egg-stremely thankful for all their hard work...

Special message for Kathi from Florida, if you're won the give away last me ( your address to claim your prize!

Monday, 16 March 2015

Simple Living Challenge - Day 7, and the Giveaway winner

Firstly, the giveaway winner. The number out of the random number generating digital hat was the number 6. The sixth commenter on the Simple Living Handbook giveaway blog post was

Kathi in Florida! 

Kathi, if you email me your address via, I will send the book to you.

Getting back to the Simple Living Challenge, Day 7's task to eat a meal mindfully.

I sort of cheated by checking that challenge off on a meditation retreat I attended in January that happened to fall just at the end of the first week of the Kindspring challenge. There was a period of silence from one evening to the next morning that incorporated breakfast. Mindful porridge and toast eating? Check!

Mindful eating has many aspects. Going more slowly can make flavours appear more flavoursome and you might reflect on where your food has come from, the sun's role, and all those who contributed to the food arriving on your plate, from the farmer through to the shopkeeper. Maybe there's the possibility of becoming more aware of yourself as the caretaker of your body (and the planet), and any tendencies towards over or under-eating, and the chance for greater appreciation of any companions who are sharing food alongside you, or those people who may not have the good fortune of a ready supply of food or family and friends with whom to eat. 

This mindfulness can extend to the preparation of the meal and the clearing up of the meal afterwards; shopping, food waste...the list goes on. No wonder that mindful eating should feature on the list of Kindspring simple living challenges.

And, like the other tasks of the challenge, not just something to be checked off once.

When not on a meditation retreat, breakfast tends to be my least mindful meal. Today, for example, everyone ate breakfast at a different time, and whilst they were doing that I was a wild, pyjama-clad woman, ironing school uniform, proofreading Daughter's due-in-today geography project, making packed lunches, gulping down a cup of tea and signing school organisers, all at the same time. Way to go on the mindful breakfast front at home.

In the evening we try and eat together, at the table, in a less hurried fashion. We don't always think about who grew the durum wheat from which our pasta's made or acknowledge Brother Sun, but it's a time where we slow down and listen to the exploits of each others' days. That's a start.

Mindful ice cream eating...

Wednesday, 11 March 2015

Simple Living Challenge - Day 6 - And a simple giveaway!

I haven't updated on the Simple Living Challenge that I joined in. It was all the way back in January and it was supposed to be a 21 day challenge. Simple living is all about the slow, so I think it's allowed that I took somewhat longer. In fact I'm so slow I haven't even made it to the end of the challenge yet...I've never been a sprinter.

Day 6 was harder than the previous days (see here, here and here). You were supposed to reflect on the things that bring meaning to your life. I don't know, perhaps my life just isn't simple enough yet; or maybe I'm too shallow, or too old, or too busy, but on a day to day basis I don't spend an awful lot of time reflecting. 

For Day 6, I did though. My most meaningful things:

Family and friends - the love from and for. And cats. And chickens.
Community - from neighbours to all you likeminded guys
Reading and learning
Writing, helps make sense of stuff
Walking and nature
My work, paid and unpaid
Trying to live a life that doesn't cause harm to people or planet.

In case you'd like to do some reflecting, and to thank you for hanging in with me along my very slow, simple living journey and my eternally sporadic, sketchy, blogging pattern,  here's a book giveaway. From a charity shop naturally.

It's a quick read (two sittings for me, and I usually take ages to finish a book) in a very colloquial style (Lorilee was a blogger at LovingSimpleLiving and most of us bloggers are not professional writers). Although it's not the most comprehensive simple living book, it covers many aspects, not just the decluttering of 'stuff'. The author's approach to life is clearly informed by her strong faith and that may not be everyone's cup of tea.

I sometimes think I've had enough of reading about frugality and simple living, but in a world where it is still something of a counter-cultural choice, I want to be kept inspired and affirmed. A different perspective on things can be motivating.

If you'd like to be in with a chance of reading this book, just comment on this blog post by 7pm (GMT) on Sunday, and I'll stick all the names in a hat. Open to all readers worldwide. If you do comment, don't forget to come back afterwards to see if you've won! Good luck!

Friday, 27 February 2015

Sticking together

First I was a carnivore, then I was a vegetarian and now I'm a vegetarian who eats meat. I know that a vegetarian, or even better, a vegan diet is better for the planet, from so many angles; all the land required for livestock farming, the water that gets used up, the pollution it causes and the deforestation. The Vegetarian Society reckons the average UK carnivore will eat 11,000 animals in a lifetime. That seems an awfully large amount of living creatures to me.

We all have our reasons for eating the way that we do, but you don't need to be a rocket scientist to see that a mainly plant-based diet makes good sense all round - planetary and monetary. 

For us, a diet without any meat doesn't seem to be an option right now. I started eating meat again after 15 years of vegetarianism because Daughter had been a very poorly, underweight baby who needed to put on weight. (I wrote something about her story here). Meat was part of the solution. Nowadays she's not poorly or underweight and some of us would be happy to live without meat again, completely. Except for Son. He eats constantly and is growing rapidly and seems to really crave meat occasionally. I'm sure we're not the only ones who don't buy much meat but who, when we do, try to make a more ethical purchase.

And when we don't buy meat, which is most of time, I try to cook veggie things that will appeal to the 11 year old carnivore, like veggie burgers that actually stick together rather than to the bottom of the frying pan. I speak as someone who has not had much success with them in the past.

I really like this recipe which I found somewhere out there on the internet. The trick seems to be to have a gloopy mixture into which you mix something more solid (in this case, rice). The recipe is for mushroom burgers but it's a forgiving recipe, and as long as you've got a mixture of gloopy and not so gloopy, I think you could swap ingredients around a bit to suit your own preferences.  The first time I made it I used less mushrooms. The second time I used chickpeas instead of haricot beans, and I forgot all about the dates. Both times it worked well.

Mushroom burgers

The gloopy part:
6 big mushrooms
1 tin haricot beans
4 dried dates
parlsley, thyme
2 cloves garlic
2 tbspn tahini
2 tbspn soy sauce

The not so gloopy part:
100g uncooked rice
50g breadcrumbs or oats
lemon zest 

  1. Boil the rice in double the amount of water to rice.
  2. Fry the mushrooms and thyme. Season according to taste.
  3. Blend the beans, dates, garlic, parsley, tahini, and soy sauce. Add the mushrooms.
  4. Once the rice is cooked mix everything together.
  5. Leave to cool in the fridge to firm up for 10 minutes.
  6. Make 8 patties. Lightly fry on each side or cook at Gas Mark 7 for 20 minutes.
  7. Serve with all your favourite burgery stuff.

Wednesday, 25 February 2015

Frugal culture vultures

No question, the journey to a simpler life involves appreciating what you've got. That includes home and all it holds - books to be read (!), the garden, the animals, time together as a family and with extended family, music, home cooking... If you factor in all the digital possibilities we have in our house, there's really no need to go out, ever.

But even wannabe simple livers like us enjoy a bit of culture gleaned from outside the home sometimes. We're blessed with world class buskers and street performers in nearby Bath and there's an arts centre on our doorstep with a varied programme including free stuff and events at reasonable prices. None of which we make as much use of as we could do.

Our latest cultural experience, however, comes courtesy of the Grandparents. They're tucked away in the heart of the West Country in rural Devon, a million miles from anything, cultural or otherwise. No buskers and no arts centre. Thanks to their local town hall though, they're the most cultured of us all. The town hall has been taken over in recent years by local volunteers who run it as a non-profit Community Interest Company and ensure it is used by the local community much more than in the past. That's really heartening in itself. As well as hiring out the facilities and hosting live events, there is a regular programme of 'live streaming'.

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For some time now Granny and Grandad have been talking loftily about 'going to the New York Met' to see an opera, or enjoying the latest production by the Royal Shakespeare Company. They've even enjoyed art exhibitions from London. All at a fraction of the price that going to the real things would cost, and without the travel time and costs. I was still sceptical - very sweet for the oldies who don't get out much, I thought, but this 'live streaming' of big productions to their big screen (and many others too) can't really be much like the real thing.

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Then Daughter noticed that Billy Elliot was being shown there in October, and to humour everyone I went along too. It's strange - viewing a live theatre production on the big screen is definitely not like watching a film. Neither is it like being at the theatre, but in its own way it's just as gripping. The emotional scenes in Billy Elliot had me, the 'live streaming' cynic, blubbing like a baby.

Buoyed by this experience, when we went down to Devon for a few days at half term last week, we were first in the queue for the National Theatre's Treasure Island. They might have mucked around with the book's plot a little (most notably swapping Jim Hawkins and a few of the other characters for women to make it more evenly gender balanced) and it wasn't nearly so tear jerking, but still, an excellent production. The special effects and the music were not lost in translation. What's more you don't have to wait to be served at the bar during the interval and I know for a fact that the National Theatre doesn't have a friendly team of volunteers serving clotted cream scones for a pound each.

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A scene from Treasure Island
If you fancy a trip to the theatre and you don't want to pay West End prices, I'd definitely recommend giving 'live streaming' a go. If you can find some doting parents or grandparents to treat you, even better...

Friday, 20 February 2015

Is there such a thing as too many books?

When you've run out of shelf space and the books are starting to perilously overload existing shelves, or are forming mountains in your bedroom, you've got two choices. Do some book pruning or get some more book shelves. It has to be the former here - we've no room for extra book cases.

I've been chipping away at the books off and on for a while. The ups and downs of book de-cluttering have been mentioned here on the blog. More than once. Recently our books seem to have been multiplying again, so the chipping away's more on than off at the moment. That's a good thing because Daughter is still raising funds for her World Challenge trip in July. Every penny counts, even if it's only a few quid made by selling old books. 

Some time ago I tried selling a few online at Green Metropolis but with short-lived success - three sold in nine months was not a 'get rich quick' recipe. I'd forgotten that I still had some listed on their website until I received an email a couple of weeks ago to say that sadly, they can't compete with e-books, and are shutting up shop. 

Another online outlet is, recommended by Angela at Tracing Rainbows. They do what it says on the tin and Ang found that they made reasonable offers for her books. They didn't seem to like mine as much but Ziffit did. They liked some of our audio visual items too, and before Christmas a very quick and easy £30 came our way for about the same amount of books, CDs and DVDs.

If you just want to empty the house speedily then you can't beat taking a bag of books to the charity shop - fortunately there are more than enough books to go round in our house - I've done plenty of book donating as well as book selling; Oxfam seems to be the least picky about what they'll take. Even more fun was taking some books to the recent community Give and Take day - it's very satisfying to see someone going home with one of your old books tucked under their arm.

I love books and don't always find it easy to part with them. After several rounds of thinning out in recent years I think I'm getting better at letting go. Here are some questions I ask myself:
  • Would this book prefer to be in circulation and to have the chance of being read than to be sitting on my book shelf doing nothing?
  • Could I borrow this book from the library if I wanted to read it again?
  • Am I really going to re-read this book (especially if it's a novel) or refer to it ever again?
  • Have I looked at this book in the last 10 years? If I haven't the chances are that I won't look at it in the next 10 years...
  • Does this book relate to an interest that I still have? (For instance I enjoy listening to The Archers occasionally but do I really need an entire shelf of reference books about a fictional village? Or reference books written by fictional characters about fictional villages - wave goodbye to Linda Snell's Heritage of Ambridge!)
  • Could I find the information contained in this book more easily on the internet?
  • Is the information in this book up-to-date or has it been superceded by something more current?
  • Does this book belong to somebody else? (Then return it to them!)
I have a particularly hard time with books that were gifts but I think it's safe to assume that most book givers would not expect you to keep their books for eternity.

This half term the book mountains in my bedroom have been tamed. For now, I'm winning.

Tuesday, 10 February 2015

Stuff I never knew about cats...

It's been a while since the cats featured here. They don't really do much to contribute to the eco-friendly or frugal things I like to focus on here, but when it comes to simplicity they score highly. You can't ask for much more in life than having a purring cat sitting on your lap.

The cats arrived in October 2013, after a serious campaign by our kids for a proper pet, one that lived in the house (unlike the chickens) and that didn't need a cage (we've done hamsters). In a moment of weakness, when our attention had been focused elsewhere on some very poorly family members, we found that we'd somehow agreed to acquiring not only one, but two kittens. Two sisters that couldn't possibly be separated...

Having never owned a cat before it's all been a steep learning curve and I look in amazement at the new cat lover me and wonder what became of the old not-that-bothered-about-cats me.

Stuff cat lover me has learnt:

  • Although the advice is that cats are solitary creatures, our two co-exist happily. They mock fight sometimes but more often than not, they can be found hanging out together.
  • Cats particularly like unmade beds and rumpled clothing to sleep on. And they really do sleep anywhere.
  • There is an unspoken cat rule not to use the facilities that are provided. We supply bowls of fresh water - they hang around the bathroom waiting for someone to turn the tap on so they can have a drink, or even worse, slurp out of the loo. Gross. We supply a scratching post - they make it their policy to claw everything but. All the chairs with rush seating and that lovely rattan chest in my bedroom...
  • Cats are supposed to be aloof and un-doglike but ours always come to greet us at the garden gate when we return home, and one in particular is very affectionate. Maybe I'm biased but our cats are particularly lovable.
  • I know they can't help it, and in their defence our cats haven't brought me presents often, but I just don't like the catching small creatures thing. Especially birds. We've tried to deter it with jingly collars and by fattening up the sparrows so that they have lots of energy to fly away, but there were casualties amongst the babies last spring.
  • Cats get fleas. Even when you've been treating them from before they ever went outside. We've swapped from using Frontline to Advantage, which seems to work better (and is cheaper - yay!) Two of us humans also got bitten in the summer when it was high flea season. I'm sorry for Husband and Daughter but secretly so glad I'm one of the two that does not attract insects.
  • My strategy of changing cat foods often seems to have paid off and mine eat what's put in front of them. Currently on the menu? Aldi dried food and a small amount of Sainsbury's wet food.
  • However many times I go to the vet with the cats, I still laugh when they call out the name of the pet followed by the owner's surname..."Tigger Smith next please". I'm easily amused.

Cats sleep, anywhere,
Any table, any chair
Top of piano, window-ledge,
In the middle, on the edge,
Open drawer, empty shoe,
Anybody's lap will do,
Fitted in a cardboard box,
In the cupboard, with your frocks-
Anywhere! They don't care!
Cats sleep anywhere.

Eleanor Farjeon