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Saturday, August 16, 2014

Tasmanian Bush Food


I'm sort of on holidays and was lucky enough to be able to go along to a talk organised by the Tamar Natural Resource Management about Tasmanian bush food. We met in the beautiful Punchbowl Reserve, yet another stunning natural feature right in the heart of our city; I don't think we realise how lucky we are.


The talk was given by Kris Shaffer, a keen propagator and user of bush food, her knowledge has been honed by a lifetime of reading and research. She is also an artist and is deeply in tune with the spiritual nature of her environment and the dreamtime of the aboriginal people. 


She set a lovely table display and included some of the mainland bush foods in her talk as well. Displayed here on an emu skin is an emu egg, an abalone shell and ringed all around scallop shells containing seeds, pepper berries, wild rice, flowers, leaf tips and other berries; useful for flavouring but not sustaining. Much laboratory research however is going into the potential medicinal properties of some of these edibles.


Here the ripe purple/blue oval fruit of  Billardiera longiflora, may be used in jam but not particularly edible raw. 


We ground some native Tasmanian pepperberries and I have written a post here previously about using the berries and leaf here. (Kris gave little information about them other than they can be used for flavouring) They are hot, as you would imagine, and have a smoky spiciness. A male and female plant are required for berries so if you are purchasing plants make sure this requirement is met. I think they make a nice addition to the garden as a shrub and can be kept well trimmed in size. 
In the very first collage it is wattle seed being ground in the mortar. Again, we were not given information about the species and were warned that the extraneous matter inside the seed pod could be carcinogenic.


Above left was a loaf of bread that Kris made flavoured with leaf tips from Baeckea gunniana. I tasted a tiny piece of leaf and experienced a very pungent strong flavour. My immediate impression was that it would provide a high yield of essential oils and I got an impression of medicinal qualities for chests, anti-fungal, antiseptic - just impressions. No doubt more lab work is being done on this. Also next to the bread is some bunya nut seeds from the mainland. We used to eat these in QLD, steamed or baked (pierce the shell first!), hot with butter. They are starchy and potatoey with a delicate sweet nuttiness. They grow on very large Bunya trees in big cones like a giant pine cone. When ripe they drop to the ground and we delighted if we ever found some. Many of the trees have been removed as the danger from the dropping cones in public spaces could kill someone and unfortunately though some have been planted in Tasmania, I have never seen one bear fruit here.


Even the waterway running through the gulley that is part of the Punchbowl Reserve had edibles. The green long flat ribbon leafed foliage comes from an edible tuber that tastes like potato chips. It grows prolifically but I didn't catch the name of it.

Kris spoke beautifully and spiritually, showing us continually the connection between all of nature. Looking at the signs and deeper meanings that bind all things together. Harmony is to be found in the way that plants generate, what the animals eat and in their turn propagate. She showed a close interconnection between season and place. However, much of the Pallawa people's knowledge has been lost in the last 200 years of colonisation and people like Kris are gathering, researching and rediscovering. There is also money going into research, potential in commercial crops being looked at, delegations going to China with proposals and talk of intellectual property rights being protected. 

We learnt a lot but I felt it was more warm and fuzzy PR than anything specific. We didn't learn about propagation, harvesting, gleaning, cooking, nutrition or medicine. I accept the warnings about potential poisoning and that some foods are safe only after processing or at certain times but that to me is what education safeguards against. As a person who shares a lot of food knowledge I find the concept of food being intellectual property a bit unsettling. I do however believe that the aboriginal community can be relied upon to place a significant emphasis on sustainability and I would welcome any new commercial venture for the Tasmanian economy.


Kris often referred to the book "Land of the Sleeping Gods" and it sounds like interesting reading and I'm putting it on my list.
And check out Kris's Mariner shell necklace


You can read about Mariner necklaces in my post here.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

End Of Summer - Arboretum



(botanical tree park) was started in 1984.




Lots of wildlife but you have to be quick for the native hens.



It's a slow business growing trees (Gondwanan section)



This is how weary shearers visit the arboretum!


Unlucky, no platypus.
However,
had THE best ice-creams locally made.
If you are down that way also stop in and visit Spreyton Cider. A new cider business providing lots more opportunities for the local apple orchards. They brew in the bottle.

Monday, April 16, 2012

Adventure Day - Liffey Falls


Sometimes at our house we declare an "Adventure Day".
By name and definition it leaves the day open for anything. 


I've already shared with you before one of my favourite sayings,
"If it's to be, it's up to me"
For me "Adventure Day" holds the same positive energy. A day for exploring and discovering without complicated planning or lots of money. A day only limited by your imagination.


Not just for little kids but for grown up ones as well.
Emma and I headed for Liffey Falls and along the way we talked about
 life, love and expectations
We found rushing pure water, flowing helter skelter. Noisy white and foamy, carving tracks through solid rock.

We found still, calm pools crystal clear and serene reflecting blue skies.


The incredibly vivid purple fruit of the Blue Flax Lily standing out proudly against the subtle greens of the surrounding bush.


Worlds within worlds.
This mossy fern covered log reminded me of Waldorf playscapes.


Adventure Day is about exploring all the possibilities and wondering what lies around the next bend.
It's easy to have adventure days when your children are young but it's just as rewarding and special when they are grown too.






Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Winter Woodcutting


Wood cutting is a bit of a preoccupation for those of  us still retaining our wood heaters.
The price of electricity has gone up so much and is rising again that I pulled the plug on the electrical heating.
I quite enjoy wood cutting. Its good sweat work.
We found a fallen dead tree and got a bit of wood but a lot of it had turned to mud.
Nature at work, compost before our eyes, home to many small insects in the life cycle.
We also felled a standing dead tree, now that is goooood wood!



After some good labour, a time to relax and have a bbq of lamb steaks, sausages and potato slices with broccoli and onion stirfry in soy and chilli. 
Sitting back enjoying the "silence"
because there is no real silence in the bush of course, it is just the absence of the human din.
There is easily five different types of birds calling. The rustle of upper eucalypt leaves and the hiss and crack of the fire. 
The smell of sawdust on my clothes from the peppermint gum.



I could sit here till the moon rises through the trees and the frost settles all around.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Someones Got To Do It

Over towards the east, where the roads lead towards the coast lies a small range of very large mountains.
They are snow capped through winter.
We travelled some dirt roads and crossed a fishing spot or two,
.....till we reached ....
power pole tower #110....
These towers deliver the electricity supply through Scottsdale, Derby and on....
What you have probably never thought about is the maintenance.
Periodically they have to have the taller brush removed from beneath these lines like wattle and native pepper and other eucalyptus.
See that gully (a bit hard I know), somehow the men have to traverse this area and spray herbicide to take out the growth in a strip underneath the lines.
Craig looked forward and backward, up and down, and he said;
"This point is 2400 metres"
He had no maps and so I retorted a bit disbelievingly "How do you know?"
He said simply "I've flown over it"
"Oh......"I guess an altimeter would give you that kind of info.
So down one hill and up the other side and down one.....
The scenery was breathtaking as we checked out the job but I don't think I would feel the same way about doing it....actually it would be breathtaking...literally.
So there you go....
another job you probably have never thought about.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

A True Bushman's Hat

This is a true blue Australian Akubra "Cattleman" in fawn.
There is no better hat than an Akubra.
This is Craig's hat of choice.
He has two in fact.
I bought him one for his birthday nearly two years ago but it is still pretty much brand new
and he can't seem to quite relinquish his old comfy one....
Can you see the resemblance to the one at the top?
Yeah don't blame you, I'm not surprised.
It has been professionally mended in spots around the brim and then...
not so professionally mended in other spots.
It is a hat of many tales but mostly of hard work and lots of sweat.
A man has to truly love his hat to have had it for so many years without losing it.
What it does demonstrate most importantly is that quality lasts and when it breaks down or it tears...fix it. Too often we don't value the imperfect and are too quick to throw things away.
I really thought three years ago that hat was on it's last legs but here we are still wearing it and loving it to death. Even when it has fully disintegrated, how will we be able to throw the scraps away?
If you want a good lesson in "making do" and "getting on" then ask an Australian Bushman.

(forgive the funny look, we were having a spot of lunch in a paddock and I snapped an unflattering shot)

A bloke behind the bar at the local bottle shop offered Craig $50 for the hat...
naturally he didn't expect Craig to part with it but it's a story for the grandchildren.
So when you think something is broken, I hope you'll remember Craig's hat and maybe have a go and mend instead of throw.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Russell Falls

I was hoping to meet up with Rina from Our Slice of Heaven who was visiting Tasmania this past week but it was not to be. I hope she had a good time and didn't let the weather deter her, we sure didn't. Craig and I stayed with the girls in Hobart at the weekend. I felt so proud of them as we all went to the polling booth as a family Saturday morning to cast our votes in the Federal Election.
After voting we headed to Russell Falls which is about 40 mins drive from Hobart. Though it is a wet and muddy place, especially in winter, it is quite accessible for all ages. We saw plenty of wallabies but were disappointed not to catch sight of a platypus (in the quiet waters of course).
The water was bucketing down with the recent rain and snows. The reason the photo above looks grainy is because the entire area was awash in mist and spray from the falls. The falls were very loud making speech impractical and we gazed in a kind of reverential silence and awe soaking in the wonderful atmosphere. You know when it makes you feel all tingly and places something positive in the solar plexus area?
Craig looks like he has an elaborate woollen turban on his head but it is in fact his favourite snow balaclava that he he wears scrunched up on his head. I've never seen him wear it in true balaclava style and I haven't the heart to tell him people take quick second glances because it looks like a pair of undies on his head!
If you are feeling energetic then a short but steep walk up the mountain will bring you to Horseshoe falls. While the track is great, it is not wheelchair accessible. This is the kind of exercise I like, something with a good "pay off" at the end. The last time I brought Tegan here she was only 3, that was 20 years ago. Entrance into the park is $24 for a day pass per carload. The facilities are really good and the tracks well maintained and we felt we had value for money.....
but that's not where the fun stopped....
there was snow in them thar hills....

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

The Lakes


Craig and his crew have now travelled higher into the highlands district where the great Lakes are. It is the middle of winter here but companies are trying to spend their maintenance budgets quickly before the end of the financial year. His crew are clearing the dead trees from the foreshore. This area will be covered in snow soon....maybe even today. The ice is very thick now.


They have built a large fire to keep them warm at lunch time and smoko (morning tea) and he takes spare clothes so he has something dry to wear on the trip home.....
and then he spends a couple of hours every evening in the cold garage building an aeroplane....but that's another story.

Update 20:15....yep it snowed on those boys today!

Friday, June 25, 2010

What Does Craig Do?

Always difficult to answer when people ask. We've discussed it and tried to come up with a nutshell job title and it is.......
bush reduction specialist.
He clears a lot of bush blocks belonging to Crown Land every spring/summer for fire hazard prevention. Gorse can be a terrible problem around Tasmania too and be so invasive. He also leads teams of casual workers for tree planting and pruning. Sometimes its brush cutter and sometimes tractor slashing. Sometimes the elements of weather are set against him but always he finds himself amongst spectacular scenery.



This week he has been working to maintain clearance around the gigantic water pipe of the hydro electric scheme so that maintenance crews can have clear access. Most electricity in Tasmania is created from the gravitational force of falling water flow instead of burning fossil fuels. It is a renewable energy source and produces no direct waste. It was found to be suitable for Tasmania because of it's geographical highlands and high rainfall in that area.


The first hydro electric station was opened in 1895 by the Launceston City Council. The above pipe line and associated sub stations and dams were constructed I believe after the second World War by the many migrants who came here to work and who have intimately and uniquely shaped our culture here today.

The pipe is at least 12 feet high.

This framework rolls along the pipe and can lift sections up for access and maintenance of the pipe. I wish there was someone standing next to it so you could get a true perspective. I think the pipe is scheduled for a paint job and crews need access to it. Naturally, due to the nature of power generation requirements, the pipe falls from great heights down some very steep precipices which makes bush clearance from the sides quite a challenge in some areas.
So there you go....one of the lesser known jobs....in case you were ever wondering who and how so ever....

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