Galician Cornbread is called Boroña. It is an old Spanish country bread that I have only just discovered. This is a variation of one of the Boroña recipes. It bakes up beautifully and the dough was a real pleasure to work with.
Thunder is tumbling around endlessly this morning as I write. It is hot and still. More noise than storm as it rolls on out.
I thought they were but no – they are little deep fried balls of loveliness that I forbid myself to cook too often!
The tractor – a little organic one – arrived in our big 160 acre field and tilled the cover crop of weeds in. Just ahead of a little rain too.
Tribes and Flocks. I guess tribes have more brains but we all behave the same. As the number of birds on the property has grown I have noticed an interesting phenomenon.
This weekend we had the first of our farm to table lunches. With friends from Chicago and a few locals we ate our way through Saturday as though it was Sunday.
When I can think of a header that is not ‘more rain’. I will let you know. Another deluge yesterday evening.
Don’t read too much into my headings. They are often ( usually) cryptic and probably ( always) without thought. Yesterday’s ‘throw in the towel’ heading was part of my discussion about the endless RAIN!
Again with the daily rain. And these are not gentle summer rains. These are full on furious thunder and lightening storms with torrential downpours of inches at a time.
Yesterday morning a cow and her calf broken out of a neighbors field walked across the road and broke INTO my field. John’s son reported a disturbance over there and when I arrived I was bemused to find I had an extra cow dozing…