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A Campfire Breakfast

November 20, 2014 by lean timms in Food, Gatherings

We felt it arrive. Like a draft that brushed over us. The leaves began to fall and winter, it came early. We know we don't have long now. Two years go by way too fast. But that arrival that we felt, not only winter, was our welcomed want to go home. 

Our weekends left here in this country are now countable on our hands. We aren't so happy about that. But for the very first time, we don't fight it. The urge to stay longer, an urge we've had since our arrival, has suddenly and rather gently been overturned by the acceptance - and dare I say excitement - to move on. We dream of home. Where will we live? Where will we explore on our weekends? We anticipate. Familiar beaches and hang outs, colourful money and eucalyptus leaves. Triple J, at any hour. Bounding marsupials, the cake store, afternoon drives past dairy farms and hours spent on cliffs in the back yard. 

We don't wish our time here away, however. Instead, we make it mean so much more. We turn the time and weekends that we do have left wandering as many of our favourite corners of this country as possible. This past week has seen us on the road, driving interstate 10 and 95. We have visited Tennessee cities, Floridian coast lines and one of our most favourite corners of all, the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina.

We spend days ascending routes and evenings by the campfire here. We spin in layers of leaves and relish the colours of Autumn. We explore the little villages and return to our tents at night. It's the rocks, the rivers and the reflection of seasons in the bush here that we love most. It is a place that has settled dear in our wandering, foreign blood.

During one morning in the mountains, we huddled into the warmth of the campfire and away from the early onset of winter. We took the time to make a slower breakfast. To breath in the autumn air and listen to the frigid mountain stream flow by. As far as places go, it's here, it's this that we will miss most. But we didn't linger in angst to be leaving this place. Instead, we made damper. An Australian bush-bread, once a staple to the stockmen and the drovers and other wandering type. Fitting for our current situation really. We know that as wanderers we leave things behind. And we can choose to fight it, or we can choose to welcome what lies ahead. At the time, the damper was purely there for a morning breakfast treat. Now, looking back it seems as though we made this breakfast as a subtle gesture towards our welcomed want to be returning to Australia. We are so grateful for this time, all of it, but something has shifted. We felt it. And we've accepted the change.

Soon, we will be home.

 

Campfire Damper on a Stick

Traditionally damper uses only flour, water and salt, is shaped into a round loaf and cooked in a cast iron pot over hot coals. Instead, we chose to use butter and milk and to make the more fun option - damper on a stick. This recipe can easily be doubled or tripled to make more.

prep time: 10 minutes
cook time: 15 minutes 
total time: 25 minutes

yields: 2 servings

1 1/2 cups (200g) self raising flour
40g melted, salted butter
1/2 cup milk
extra butter for serving
golden syrup ( for USA peeps - this can be found in the UK international foods section of the supermarket and is so very worth it!)

2 long foraged sticks

In a large bowl place the flour, melted butter and the milk. Using a strong butter knife, cut through the mixture until it is mostly combined. The cutting action will ensure that the mixture isn't overworked and remains as light and airy as possible. Using your hands, gently massage the dough to combine any left over flour and to form a smooth round ball. No kneading is necessary here. 

Break the dough into four even pieces. Roll each piece into a long snake about 30cm (12 inches) long. Starting at the top of the stick, firmly wrap the dough around moving in one direction down the stick to form a twist. Gently push the top and the bottom of the dough to the stick to make sure that it stays on.

Roast the damper over campfire coals, turning continuously until cooked - approx 15 minutes. Once cooked, the damper should sound hollow when tapped. Remove the damper from the stick and smother in butter and plenty of golden syrup. 

November 20, 2014 /lean timms
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Kinfolk Dinner Astoria | Part II

November 11, 2014 by lean timms in Gatherings, Food, Travel
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Part II of the Kinfolk Astoria dinner series.  

See Part I here.

November 11, 2014 /lean timms
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Kinfolk Dinner Astoria | Part I

October 30, 2014 by lean timms in Gatherings, Food, Travel
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Most often places that you dream of being are found so far away. This time, I found myself there. 
In a small Scandinavian founded fishing town at the very northern most coast of Oregon, a Kinfolk dinner was held. The building, once a fishing loft, was for the afternoon converted into a place of gathering. A foreign, hidden corner of the town became a familiar and common place. A dinner shared around a table, a place for like minded folk, a celebration of the comfort found through imperfection and of wabi-sabi, a messy meal. 

Sharp light fell on floor boards, soft faces sauntered up stairs. We sat picnic style at the long table, peered through windows  and passed fire roasted fall roots and Japanese fare. The sun set, the north western light softened and fall arrived; the way I imagined the Oregon October to behave. Drizzle, breeze, golden light. They laughed and shared warmth and I pinched my left arm to be sure. And then I found myself there. So close. This place. An evening of unforgettable. And I was, so gratefully, there. 

 

Part II coming soon. 

October 30, 2014 /lean timms
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A Low Country Boil

October 16, 2014 by lean timms in Food, Gatherings

As an edible ode to summer and a sweet summoning of the fall, we gathered on a friends dock to feast on the southern flavour of the low lands and sea. Crab was cracked. Shrimp was peeled. Corn was splattered. Our hands became sticky and our belly's became full. A low country boil - a perfectly placed tradition, meant for the dearest of friends and seagulls to share. 


Low Country Boil

prep time: 5 minutes
cook time: 20 minutes 
total time: 25 minutes

yields: 12 servings

For Boil
1.8 kg / 4 pounds small red potatoes
5 liters / approx. 5 quarts water
bag of boil seasoning (see below)
6 full cobs of corn, halved
1.8 kg / 4 pounds fresh prawns / shrimp unpeeled
1.8kg / 4 pounds seasonal crab legs (we used snow crab)
2 lemons, halved                                                                                                                          
butter and cocktail sauce for dipping

For Seasoning
12 dried bay leaves, crumbled into fine pieces
12 teaspoons celery salt
8 teaspoons dried mustard powder
6 teaspoons black pepper
6  teaspoon paprika
4 teaspoon smoked salt
4 teaspoon nutmeg
3 teaspoons red pepper flakes
2 teaspoons ground cloves
2 teaspoons ground ginger

Mix all of the dried herbs together to form seasoning. Place the water into a large pot and bring to boil over high heat. Add lemon and all but 1 tbs of the seasoning to the water. Add potatoes and cook at a rolling boil for 5 minutes. Add corn and cook for a further 10 minutes, or until potatoes are tender. Add shrimp and crab to the pot and cook for 2 minutes. Turn off the heat and allow shrimp and crab to continue to cook for a further 2-4 minutes or until shrimp are pink and cooked through. Drain. Toss with remainder of seasoning. Pour out onto brown paper bags and serve with plenty of melted butter and cocktail dipping sauce. 

October 16, 2014 /lean timms
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