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Blog? Why not!

Hahahahahaaa! Yes! I’m back yet again to confuse you all and lure you into following my projects, get addicted to them, get inspired by them, start thinking “well if she can maybe I…” A thought that, like my projects,  slowly, or abruptly, fade away. But who knows, maybe it will be different this time Maybe…I will succeed, at something. Let’s have that as a goal this time, start small, I will succeed at something.

Whats new since a year ago? Well I’m back in Sweden, and I have moved! To the “country”! I live in a house! With a yard! Finally. Now I will have to change the sub-title to a 1000 square meter plot. Yeah you heard me! Although the house occupies a part of it, and the gravel around it which I loath. So maybe more like 700. It’s a garden, it is, but it will still only be a plot. We only rent this place. It has a greenhouse, and the fabulous husband already built a chicken coop (it’s awesome!) like five months ago with used wood that is now slowly rotting waiting for the chickens to come shit in it. We have ordered ten, of a hybrid cheap kind, not the landrace we wanted to preserve and blaha from the beginning, but very productive, easy to manage and organic chickens seems like a good way to start.  The Lohmann Brown they’re called.

There’s a plot of land bordering our garden that we can use to further our production. If we have time and enough shovels we want to make a big potato patch, do the holy trinity of corn, pumpkin and beans so that we truly can rely on our own produce this year. Must be much easier now that we only need to step outside the door to get to the garden as opposed to bike 6 kilometers. We moved here end of last june, and had some time to garden. Well I didn’t do anything of course, I was in complete writing/reading mode plus mothering the hell out of my now two-year old ray of sunshine. We had tomatoes for a long time, from the greenhouse of course, lots of small cucumbers that Rachid fermented, a greenhouse cucumber that was the most delicious I’ve ever eaten, Suyo Long. Highly recommend that one! Really crisp and delicious. Mmmm! We also had a good harvest of purple string beans, lots of zucchini of course, lettuce, parsley, thai basil, celery. A ton of grapes from the old grape-vine in the greenhouse! I made juice of that, aha, I did something!

Other things didn’t succeed, the potatoes got blight, the transplanted parsnip didn’t grow, the beets fooled us, the cabbage was stubborn as always. The corn really grew but only gave us a couple of cobs to eat. Soleiman ate them raw. The chard didn’t evolve at all, only the sorrel that no one wanted to eat grew with great ease. Later we found it was delicious to fry, tasted like spinach with tangy lemon. I’m sorry sorrel, for judging you by your pre-cooked state. I made a delicious omelette with the sorrel, chard and some early kale.

Some pictures from early autumn, late autumn with chicken coop almost finished, and winter with finished chicken coop. I’ll get back to you with more on the chicken situation soon. As you might suspect the garden was all lawn before we came and started digging it up and replacing it with edible beauty. We will do some more of that this season rest assured.

So there is lots to write about! And do. Tomorrow I will split up and move the autumn raspberry plants so that they block our neighbours SUV (I did say “country”) and give us a huge harvest. Seriously, this blog really motivates me to get my act together and really invest myself in this plot for independence and the work of art gardening means to me. I hope it has the same effect on you!

To be continued….(well, at some point anyway.)


My new blog!

Ok fine you’ll get what you’re asking for. But remember, you asked for it.

Enjoy, I know I did!



My first ever chicken!

Hello everybody! I haven’t posted as rabidly as I usually do, the main reason is that I had to return the camera I had borrowed and since I am opposed to the idea of taking a job (I’m just too much of a diva) I haven’t bought my own. Nothing that isn’t edible seems worth my money, that’s why it will take a long time for me to get used to the idea of how much a crappy digital camera costs and how many great old non digital cameras I could get for the same price and not feel bad about it. Give me at least another month (and some cash!). Anywho blogging without pictures, how utterly boring. But hey, it’s better than nothing. Rule number one of blogging, however meaningless or boring your post is, it’s better than nothing. Unless you are one of those plastic surgered bloggers who ruin the lives of millions of insecure teenage girls by showing your ugly plastic self in various poses everyday, you should ALWAYS refrain from posting. You know, help save the world. In your on little way.

While the shallow bloggers save the world I make it just a little bit worse by buying my first ever chicken. Not a live one, a dead one. I’ve been “vegetarian”  (a period I ate fish, and for a while I was vegan) for about ten years until a year ago and I have never, until this day bought a chicken. It is now laying comfortable in my oven, surrounded by potatoes, carrots and an onion. Carefully rubbed in an


use your favourite herbs or the ones at hand, I used

fresh sage, thyme and oregano

two big cloves of garlic

salt n pepa

olive oil

the peel of one lemon

For you who have beared with me for my short time in the blog world, know by now that I’m not very fond of measurments. I just freestyle and you should too! But be reasonable. I used, like I always do when an opportunity shows itself, a mortar to mash it all up in to a perfect rub. First I mashed the herbs, salt and garlic together. The salt helps drive out the moist of the herbs and makes it easier to mash together to a nice paste. Then I added the peel of one lemon and the juice of half the very same lemon. The other part I stuck into the chicken with some more fresh herbs. Add olive oil until it covers the mash and plenty of black pepper. Now carefully use a knife to open up the skin of the chicken and take the rub and rub the inside of the skin, leaving chunks of it in there. This makes the meat get a bit of the action as opposed to only the skin have a great rubbed time. I popped the chicken in the oven and prepared some potatoes,  carrots and one red onion to go with the it. I just cut them all in half, rubbed them too in some olive oil and salt and pepper and then let them keep the chicken company for about one and half hour in 175 degrees or a bit more. I will get back to you with the result!

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I’m a chicory, you’re a chicory

Hello! Yes I know it is now like 4 days later and I know you have all been on the edges of your seats waiting for my post about chicory. But wait no more you shant, meaning you needn’t sit so uncomfortably anymore because here it is, the chicory post!

LOOK at this plant! Isn’t that just a beautiful invention of the almighty? What is that? It’s a chicory! Also known as radicchio (rosésallad in our parts of the world). This plant is (googeling…….) great! It’s a perenneal who thrives in this cold climate! It withstands frost and can be kept in the ground well into winter. You can have fresh lettuce in the winter! It is basically, apart from the herbs and the cabbages, the only thing still growing on the plot. And it’s such a beauty to watch! At first it was just a chaos of leaves but as soon as the weather got a bit colder they all curled up in a defensive stance and went all introvert. Just like us swedes!

If you never tried it, it has a very bitter taste (like us swedes!) so if you eat it as a sallad you should mix it with other lettuces. Or fry it and it will be delicious! It also has medicinal properties that you can read about here. Plants for a Future is like the IMDB of plants!

We have two varieties of radicchio on our plot, we have palla rossa, the one you see in the pictures above and the reder one Rossa di verano, both of them are from organic seeds that we bought at Suffolk herbs.


My english is crappy, but are there enough swedes out there who care?

The time has come to plot for independence!

So, here we are, me and my husband Rachid, in the middle of the small city Malmö in the south of Sweden following the path to grown up life by taking student loans and studying. All the while wishing we had our own parcel of land somewhere where we could make our dream of self-suffiency come true. We have tried, with little success to live outside of the system in Morocco but we found the system reeling us in again and again. Finally we gave in and said to ourselves “why not use the system to get what we want?”. Therefor we came back to Sweden, where I grew up, to study and get more or less high-paying, but more importantly, stable and meaninful jobs that could give us the opportunity to save money and buy a piece of land somewhere.

So, here we are, living in a big flat in the middle of the city, letting the system get us. But we wont let it swallow us whole, so this spring we got an alotment! An alotment is here in Sweden, a small piece of land, in our case it’s 150 square meters, that the city allots among anyone who is interested. You simply stand in line. wait for a letter that gives you an overview of the area of alotments and you pick one. You sign a contract and pay a small fee every year for water. If you live in Sweden just search for odlingslotter on your towns homepage. If you don’t live in Sweden and have never heard of this sort of deal, find out if your town or city has this and if not demand it! Every future city should have a huge amount of alotments close to where people live to end the complete reliance of the countryside to supply food for cities. Another thing you can do is ask your town office for a piece of land in the city that is not being used and make a community garden.

Our lite plot is not very close to our apartment. In fact it is, like most alotments, placed on the very edge of the city closed to a highway and/or railway. Why are the alotments here you ask? Well simply because you can’t build houses so close to the road. Luckily for us we have found a place next to a golf-course, where an old and no longer used railway seperates the golf course from the alotments. It is still pretty close to the highway but you still get a sense of peace and a slight image of what life on the countryside must be like. Pure bliss! Now I just talked to our Nicholas who share our alotment with us about going there to make an herb-spiral. I will get back to you with pictures of our success! Until then, start plotting!