Showing posts with label cockington. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cockington. Show all posts

Friday, 3 May 2013

The Wedding Post

So last Sunday, on our 5th anniversary  Stephen and I got married. Because there is so much I could write about it, I'm just going to limit myself to a run down of awesome local businesses that provides stuff for the wedding and the crafty bits I made myself. I'm almost certainly forgetting something, I'll try to edit as I remember them.

We got married at Kent's Cavern in Torquay. It was amazing. Getting married in a cave is the best thing ever. All of the staff are capital-L Lovely and they put out vegetarian nibbles for our drinks reception.

That cardigan is my after ceremony cardigan. With a big 'Just Married' design I felted across the back.

My amazingly kick ass boots came from Vegetarian Shoes. I just can't stop wearing them. So did Stephen's come to think of it. We're both big fans.


The guest book is a sketch book I covered with fabric. I'd embroidered a red tie and red dress on the fabric before hand.
Lunch for the wedding party was a portion of chips from Drake's in Babbacombe. Delicious. Especially after such an early start.

The card box was also hand made. After people insisted I have one.
In the evening a huge, beautiful and delicious buffet was put on by Occombe Cafe. Mostly vegetarian food with some salmon for Stephen.

Each of our guests went home with a chocolate that we had specially made by Cockington Chocolate Company.  I just loved them.

Of course big thanks to our family and friends. It was a real community effort to get our relationship to the legally binding stage. At least to get it there smoothly, and with a card box. Special thanks to Tom, for taking all the photos I've used in this post.

Monday, 17 October 2011

Local Loves: Apple Day



Apple Day was started in 1990 to celebrate apples and orchards and the local food landscape. It falls on 21st October and this year Cockington held their festivities on the 16th. Yesterday. And we loved it. Apple Day is one of our favourite days of the year. Better than Christmas in my opinion. Cockington court is turned over to local craft people, food producers and cider... it's a great atmosphere with everyone sharing the food, drinks and fun. We've blogged about it before  (go check out that post for pictures of the rangers working the amazing Victorian apple press) but every year is different and we managed to stuff ourselves with different foods. Onward to Apple Day!
"Boyfriend! Stop taking pictures and hurry up!"

Monday, 10 October 2011

Local Loves: Cockington Chocolate Company


I swear that we are not going to use this spot just to talk about chocolate. That being said: chocolate. Cockington has recently expanded it's craft studios and there are some really good new businesses that have moved in. There is a lovely husband and wife team selling all sorts of crafty bits, some fabulous furniture painters, someone making canoes and other shops that I can't remember because I suck. Today, lets talk about the chocolate.
The Cockington Chocolate Company in it's pretty home

Cockington Chocolate Company is owned by the same blokes that run the cafe which means you can get chocolate and ice cream from the same people. Or impress your relatives with a real Devon cream tea and then buy chocolate. You could also buy chocolate from the cafe and then go round the back and buy chocolate from the craft studios, hiding how greedy you really are. Just me? Okay. 

All that camouflage and we still ate them...

Anyway. The chocolate is made right there so you can see all the fancy chocolate making machines and the funky moulds and whatnots. Since it opened we've made it a tradition to go in, tell each other what we want everything in there for Christmas and picking out something little to nibble on our way home. This time we picked these dark chocolate peacocks which are absolutely stunning and incredibly delicious.    

Tuesday, 16 March 2010

First Forage of the Season

When I saw that Riverford were selling their Wild Garlic I thought it was about time to drag Stephen to my favorite patch to see if the young leaves were in. Not quite up to last Aprils lushness yet but a few plants were ready for the harvest.

As the plants are young it is important to be extra careful. One or two leaves from each plant quickly adds up to a nice amount but without doing irreparable damage. It's important to be a responsible picker - trying to keep to paths, not talking an entire plant - both for the local environment and for the forager who hopes for a continuous supply.


I also helped myself to some of the young nettle tips we found. Returning form Cockington Supermarket I cooked up a simple, classic tea of pasta with wild garlic pesto (recipe on link above) I'm also going to try a recipe I have for nettle pesto once I'm feeling brave enough to get stung again.

See also: weekly crocus picture from the purple tub.


Post submitted to: Grow Your Own #40

Monday, 26 October 2009

The Great Autumn Adventure

We set out yesterday with two objectives both involving food. The plan was to set off from the flat around ten, walk through Cockington and the woods to Occombe farm. Have lunch, ether at Cockington Court or Occombe and pick up anything edible on the way. Around about an 8 mile round trip.


First we packed our kit. In our impressive travelling library was Food for Free, RSPB Pocket Guide to British Birds (not that we forage for birds), Seaweed and Eat it and Mushrooms: River Cottage Handbook. We took freezer bags for specimens (again, not of birds), a notebook and pencil, a knife, our trug and (not pictured) a camera.


As we walked up the path from Cockington we spotted a fallen log. One side was full of tiny (and I mean tiny) mushrooms so we where about to turn away when we spotted the other side. Jelly Ears! Something I could safely identify. Yay! They became the first mushroom I ever picked. I held the brambles back with a gardeners glove and picked off the mushrooms with a bag over my hand. Even indirectly they felt yucky, definitely jelly like. I have since touched them bear handed. I must have warmed up to them, I just found it fascinating. They are apparently excellent in stir fries and I'll try it later this week. Although one of my mushroom books advises it's an acquired taste.


A bit more solid this time, from around a hedge row I picked plenty of rose hips. I'm not terribly concerned about my vitamin C but rose hip syrup will be great to have around this winter. It's described as good on pancakes so I'm betting it's a winner.


This particular hedgerow really was a winner. On the other side they had slows! Now let me tell you about gathering these particular sloes. Sloes grow on the blackthorn bush which can grow around six feet tall. Devonian hedgerows are traditionally built on banks which makes it even higher. I had to bend the branches down to pick the fruit but... big but... black thorns are covered with big thorns. So it required my gardening gloves and some death defying climbing to get my tiny harvest.


We saw some mushrooms that where inedible, barely a metre from our front door are false chanterelles. Others I just couldn't identify. Some where so cute I had to take a picture anyway.


These ones seemed to be oysters but I didn't want to hazard a guess. I cut one off to take home for a spore print to see if I can get a positive ID.


The last find was after on our weary walk home (although we did forage for vegan parmesan in the Occombe farm shop) was nettles. Not particularly hard to find. I picked off some of the tops to wash my hair with. I do a conditioning treatment that invloves nettles and apple cider vinegar. As you can imagine I smell wonderful afterwards.

Sunday, 18 October 2009

Happy Apple Day

Today is Apple Day and up and down the UK events are being held to celebrate the taste, uses and diversity of what is often only seen as a simple fruit.


Here in Devon this seems to be centred around celebrating cider. So we went to Cockington with its rare apple trees, Victorian cider press and annual food and craft fair. We took on the tents of the food and craft fair where free samples of cider flowed freely. We don't drink so we had to say no but we did buy a half pint of a nice vintage for my Dad who is coming to visit tomorrow.


Stephen bought some fudge and I managed to find some good autumn grub - I came home with a squash and some sweetcorn. Then it was time to go over the the cider press to watch it go to work.


Everyone, it seems, had got there ahead of us and the railings where already crowded with people. We stood watching juice being bottled and apple pockets being cooked waiting for it to drop.


Then we noticed the rangers starting to move. There was elbowing and whispering. Things where getting exciting.


A man bravely stepped up, trying to move the stiff antique crank.


Followed by a second man...


Then a third...


Then two men at once...


Then three...


And the juice, finally, was flowing into the blue bucket.


We bought a bottle of the freshly pressed juice and then headed back over to the food tent for lunch. There was - incredibly - an all-vegetarian food stand. So I warmed my fingers and my tummy on a cone of vegetable curry and a samosa. It was yummy.

Thursday, 4 June 2009

Happy Birthday Dad!

Vanilla cupcakes with broken maltesers and fresh, seasonal British strawberries for the top. Yummy.

Happy Birthday!

Saturday, 30 May 2009

Pizza and Kebabs

Pizza is a great way to use up leftover vegetables from the last veggie box especially if you add the nicest ones from the new.

My pizza is tomato sauce, tomatoes, shallots, red peppers and yellow peppers. Accompanied by yellow pepper, shallot and onion kebabs. (on an adorable Mickey Mouse pizza plate)

Stephen piled on cheese and tomato sauce for his.

We both thought they were delicious although the tomato on mine was slightly too watery. The sauce was perfect and the base was nice and crispy.

I love pizza night!

Thursday, 21 May 2009

Grass


Last night we where told that Chelsea has no lawns this year. All football jokes aside (because I don't know any) it's an interesting idea.

A friend of mine, visiting from the Netherlands, remarked that the British and a tendency to find an empty bit of land, plonk a lawn in it and sit there. It's what we do. But really is that the best way?

My favourite lawn in a good example of their darker side. The grand sweeping lawn of Cockington is a pure English village postcard. Against all odds a cricket pitch lies in the centre, the lawn slopes down on all sides. Trees, both natives and relics of a botanically minded ancestor, surround it.

Our image of this lawn is something pure and natural. Anglophiles and bankers wishing to escape to the country may even be swooning. But before a cricket pitch sat on that lawn, before the lawn itself that little patch of land was in use. It was home.

On that site stood the Almshouses. Almshouses are provided for the needy so it was quite a useful plot of land. Certainly if you live there you would think that a lawn was a wast. Not so for the people living inside the Manor. There quest for rural, sweeping 'what England should look like' views lead them to demolish the houses and put in grass. The almshouses where moved elsewhere. Must have sucked.

Still, more than a few years after the fact, I enjoy the lawn for lounging and reading. Others play cricket, some erect gazebos and have picnics. Not all lawns are like that though. I can't imagine reading on the ornamental patch of grass outside the flat. It's just there as punctuation in an expanse of parked cars.

Even if the grass is given up to the people it isn't always accessible. For the last couple of years the grass in Piccadilly Gardens (my favourite green space in the centre of Manchester) has been covered in 6' fencing. Each patch of grass takes it in turns to be replaced after the scorching sun has killed it off. While neighbors are left untouched for you to lie on the effect isn't the same.

So Chelsea doing away with lawns. Is is a victory for the little people who had their housed destroyed? Not really. In the most part what was once grass is currently hard landscaping (ie not plants). They make interesting viewing but is this really the type of garden design we should be looking at?

I have no idea. Lawns certainly have their uses. Aside form sitting they do give water somewhere to go other than sitting on tarmac. At the same time they are labour intensive for what they are. And the path to have a green, daisy free lawn is one of environmental irresponsibility. But when you have nothing but a few beams of wood suspended in the sky grass is a dream. And a welcome sight.

Wednesday, 8 April 2009

Wild Wednesday: Blossom

Today's Wild Wednesday theme is blossom. All these were seen around Cockington on Saturday. The first is also available through my DeviantArt page.