66 Square Feet: Juneberry syrup

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Juneberry syrup

Juneberry syrup, made from the juice that remained after I cooked the fruit for the pie. Topped with sparkling Viognier.

(It would appear that my stone table is not quite level...)

4 comments:

Anne said...: Are you sure the stone table isn't level or have you maybe had too much of the old Juneberry syup??; June 25, 2011 4:30 PM
Ellen Zachos said...: Sparkling Viognier? I love Viognier! I love sparkling wine! What is this tempting hybrid and where can I find it?; June 25, 2011 6:41 PM
Marie said...: Anne, not me! Look, not camera angle, table!

Ellen - Carpene Malvolti. We'll bring some next weekend!; June 25, 2011 6:58 PM
webb said...: Too pretty to drink! well, maybe too pretty to drink... just one!; June 26, 2011 1:30 PM

Manifesto

What is 66 Square Feet About?

It's about gardening in tight spaces. It's about how to live with a man and a cat in a tiny apartment with a tiny terrace. It's about photos, and friends, and inspiration and blackspot on the roses. It's about food and cooking over an open flame. It's about wine. And water. And watering...And picnics. It's about seasons without and within. It's about New York, and about South Africa. It's about where I go, and what I come back to: a terrace twelve-and-three-quarters by five-and-a-quarter feet wide.

Afterwards in the street, she looks around the neighborhood. "Yes, it is certified now."

She refers to a phenomenon of moviegoing which I have called certification. Nowadays when a person lives somewhere, in a neighborhood, the place is not certified for him. More than likely he will live there sadly and the emptiness which is inside him will expand until it evacuates the entire neighborhood. But if he sees a movie which shows his very neighborhood, it becomes possible for him to live, for a time at least, as a person who is Somewhere and not Anywhere."

The Moviegoer, Walker Percy

"Die kierie kom uit Indonisie, gesny van 'n tak wat van jongs af omslinger was deur a wildevy se rank. Hulle het saam grootgeword, en die rank het sy spoor op die tak gelos. Daarom is die slinger ook oneweredig, en hier,"se hy, "by die punt van die kierie moes daar iets gebeur het - die slinger en die tak het inmekaar gevleg en 'n knoop gemaak. Die natuur het die kierie so gemaak."

"n Kieriemaker sou dit eweredig gedoen het," se ek.

"My kind," se meneer Boje, "vermy die reguit lyn."

Petra Muller, Koendoes