I had a lovely catch up with my mate, Jenny, today when we met up at the local garden nursery/café for a cuppa n cake.
Can’t fault the cuppa or the service but... the Vegan Banana Cake? I am pretty sure it had a cream cheese icing (vegan? and it came with cream or ice cream – no thanks!) and the cake itself was as dry as a dead dingo’s donga!
So, I decided that I would experiment with banana cakes at home and come up with the perfect vegan variety ‘sans’ dairy icing.
I headed to the local grocer to buy some bananas… $14.00 per kilo!!! Just one banana was going to cost me $3.30. I came home banana-less. Now I understand why they were a bit stingy with the bananas in the banana cake.
Which all brings to question, how do you live the vegan lifestyle when you live in a desert town that is 1600 ks from anywhere, where retailers can charge you anything they want for their produce. After all, where else are you going to go to buy?
I don’t know if any of you know much about Alice Springs but, it is a town of only 25,000 people and it is the most populated town for a thousand miles in any direction. We have the same duopoly, Coles and Woollies, that the rest of Australia has in terms of grocery shopping and we apparently have the same ‘sale items’ every week. However, by the time they get to us we have less than fresh green groceries, because they arrive on the twice weekly rail service, and we have to pay $$s more for them.
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I loved the home I grew up in. I had a great mum and dad, six noisy, funny and totally annoying siblings, cats, dogs, and fruit trees!
We had fat, juicy peaches and apricots every year. I would wake up during summer holidays and put on my old holey clothes and go climb one of the peach trees at the side of the house and eat… all day… yum…
The almonds and plums were our second-choice treats and the stolen grapes and mandarins from over the Croller’s fence were a bonus!
The smell of stewing fruit seemed to fill the house in the summer months. Mum always had her crop of tomatoes on the go and I can still close my eyes and taste those cheese and tomato sandwiches that she would make up in the morning, throw them in the esky and into the back of the station wagon and drive us all down to Brighton Beach for the day. We would get there well before lunch and stay until the sun was setting. I was brown and freckly, my hair like straw. Was I happy? Hell yeah!
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My kids haven’t had the stable home life that I had. Ebony, my eldest, once remarked “I went to nine schools. NINE schools”…
I haven’t been the mother that mine was. I’ve planted a few herbs in the numerous houses we have lived in. They always do well and we have used them in our every day cooking. I’ve even started a herb garden in my current home. But I have never made my children a sandwich using my homegrown tomatoes; they have never eaten fruit we have grown in our yard.
Some of Lewie’s strongest memories are of climbing the same fruit trees that I did, at his grandparents’ house, and munching on the fresh fruit and smashing open those almonds with his beloved grandpa, hammers in hand.
Today, with just a couple of days until Easter break, Lewie and I are planning on building some raised garden beds for tomatoes, capsicums, spring onions, cucumber and butternut vines and we’ll check out what else we can expect to get a decent crop from in the desert.
I’m excited!