Monday, 23 February 2015
"After the quiz?" she asked. We can do part one at the same time, I said. While you answer the questions, shake this jar -- we're making butter.
I showed her that if you shake a jar of milk or cream, it feels like nothing is happening - until rather suddenly the splashing sound changes to a splosh, and you can see a solid mass bouncing around inside the jar.
"Is the liquid whey now?" she asked. Close, I said -- buttermilk.
Now we have to pat the butter, but not with our hands -- you know why? "Body heat?" she said. Absolutely right, I said --- well, I've seen people in old-fashioned cottages in County Fermanagh do it with their hands, but I suspect their houses and hands were quite cold.
A bit later she had it in a neat pat. "What will we do with this?" she asked.
Next is phase two of the experiment, I said. We'll bury it in the bog for a year, like people here used to in the Viking era, and see how it keeps.
Photo: The Girl showing how to make butter. Zebra pyjamas and pink rubber gloves are optional.
Saturday, 21 February 2015
When people start their own business venture, they usually prefer finding investors to relying solely on a bank loan – many other people can share in your risk and rewards, and they find it in their interest to help you succeed. Now, some farmers are using this model, finding selling shares of their farm to the people who will eat the crops.
Under a system called Community-Supported Agriculture (CSA), local residents invest in a farm at thebeginning of the year, before the crops have been planted. Typically each family buys a standard share of the farm’s produce, and in exchange they receive a box of crops each week for the rest of the season. What they receive will depend on the time of year, but if a farmer plants enough variety, any weeks’ box will likely have several different kinds of crops, whether delivered in May or October.
Such projects make a farm particularly resilient in the face of global financial crises. A CSA farm does not depend on loans from major banks to continue from year to year, nor do its crop sales depend onthe vagaries of faraway markets. A CSA pays the farmer early in the year, so that the farm does not have to go deeply in debt each year, and it allows the farmer to market their food before their 16-hour days begin.
Sometimes a CSA plan finds a use for plots near towns that otherwise might go unused. They providework for farmers in an age when their numbers are diminishing – and if the community hires young people as hands, they give wages and rural skills to local youths.
In addition, CSAs allow neighbours to form a personal relationship with the person who is growing their food, and allows the farmer to hear and respond to consumer demand quickly, without the need for commissioning survey groups. Since people must invest in the farm, they usually must cometo the farm at least once a year, and get to meet the farmer and see where their food comes from. They must accept a variety of vegetables and learn to cook them.
But perhaps the most important use of such farms is giving a community food that is not flown in from across an ocean -- food that must often be must be sealed in plastic and foam packaging, sometimes preserved in chemical gases, to delay spoilage. We are surrounded by fertile land here in Ireland, yet we import 90 per cent ofour food. If there were an oil crisis, as many predict is beginning now, we would have to rebuild muchof our local agriculture from scratch.
If the farm is next door, the food is always fresh, no rubbish need be generated, and we would not use those thousands of gallons of fossil fuel right away, and do our part to delay a global energy crunch. CSAs can go beyond vegetables as well, to include grains, meat, home-made bread, eggs, cheese, flowers or fruit. Several farmers could join forces to create a regional CSA, coordinating their efforts –one supplying chickens, for example, and another supplying vegetables.
By looking at ways to embrace CSAs in this country, we might be able to stem the gradual loss of our farms and farming families, and to ensure that those that remain not just survive, but thrive.
Thursday, 19 February 2015
Tuesday, 17 February 2015
Monday, 16 February 2015
For now, here are a couple of small books I made under his guidance – one covered in calf vellum, the other in deer. They are just first attempts, of course, and filled with mistakes, but they were immensely satisfying to make by hand.
Friday, 13 February 2015
Some local men dress up in straw-covered costumes -- "straw boys" -- and others in proverbial Robin Hood gear, as "Wren Boys." The Wren Boys try to protect a model of a wren, and the straw boys try to steal it, and they chase each other around the forest with everyone shouting. Finally the wren is recaptured and crowned the King of Birds, songs are sung, poems are recited ...
And then everyone gathers to dance.
Wednesday, 11 February 2015
On St. Bridget’s Eve the little girls go from door to door with brideogs, images of St. Bridget dressed up in lovely clothes, asking for halfpennies – and getting them – to have a party for themselves, just as the young boys do with the wren in the holly branch on St. Stephen’s Day.
- From the diary of Tomas de Bhaldraithe, 31st January 1827, in The Diary of an Irish Countryman.
Monday, 9 February 2015
From the nearby lake we can hear the trills of moorhens and the squeaks of coots, tending their chicks in the dense thickets of reeds. On one corner of the lake must once have sat a small boathouse, now covered with rocks like a cairn.
On the top of this mound, its roots winding through and over the rubble, grows a single tree, somehow thriving on the barest of surfaces and clinging to the mound through the fiercest of winds.
Saturday, 7 February 2015
My favourite houseboat so far was one that had gardens on its deck, giving the owners a permanent source of vitamins. I'm told that other houseboat owners have cultivated patches of wild edibles along the canal banks in patches, harvesting as they go.