|I spent a pleasant Sunday cooking with a team of ‘boys and girls’ in Berry, a groovy little town down south from Sydney.
Jeanne (above, top row, third from right) and Sandra (above, bottom right) and I had been corresponding about this for the last year. It was Jeanne that finally ‘ran with the ball’ and arranged everything – the venue (her lovely home in the woods), and the crew (her yoga friends, and friends of friends).
Some of the girls decided to get a better view of the fresh cheese as it pressed itself to perfection.
A granite mortar makes a great panir-cheese press.
One of the girls brought in a huge basket of Tuscan Cabbage, one of my all-time favourite vegies. I brought some home.
The feast, as usual, was memorable. A truly groaning banquet table.
As this tired little Kurma loaded his luggage into the car to the train station, I espied some frogs in the Aloe Vera. Farewell froggies, farewell Berry. Such is my Minestrone life…
Posted by Kurma on 9/11/09