Lost in Lindsey

The Thoughts and Adventures of a Lincolnshire Polytheist


July 2016


Morning people, 

I’m spending today at a craft and gift fair trying to make a little bit of money. I’m going to spend the time writing and reading when we’re customer free. I’m hoping we’ll get loads of customers though because I’m ridiculously short of money. I prey Ing, Frijja and Nehelenia bless our enterprises.

The local pagan groups are having their Lughnasadh rite today. It’s out in the country somewhere so I can’t go even if I was free. I hope they have a good day. 
In other news, I went to a local authors event yesterday to network and pick up tips. I also got given 4 books to review. Best be off, the fair’s open.
Edit: Lammastide, evening edition
Evening all, 
I’m back from the fair, had tea and then had a read to settle my frazzled brain; I actually managed sell enough to cover my table fee. My family came to the fair and raided our stall. We also donated a few bits for my nephew’s Lifestyle Challenge raffle next weekend. He’s trying to raise money to get a new bench for the fishing pond. Good luck to the boy. 

Anyway, this evening I’ve been reading other people’s Lammas/Lughnasadh posts and I’ve been thinking. Most people write that it’s the festival of the first harvest (Lammas that is; Lughnasadh has a different origin which I’m sure a Brythonic polytheist could explain better than I). Lammas comes from ‘loaf mass’ and there’s much to-do about the grain harvest. 

Some of those writers clearly do not live in agricultural regions. Lincolnshire is very agricultural with urban islands on the north and south coasts and in the centre at Lincoln. Harvest started a month ago, they’re bailing straw already. It’s late this year too. The variety of wheat has changed in the last century or so and the growing season has been extended by new varieties and the changing climate.
Gardeners, either at home or on allotments, have also been harvesting since late May, depending on the crop. I got mine in late and I’ve still been harvesting regularly for at least two weeks. Which reminds me, the garlic is out and drying on the windowledge, I’ve had two or three strawberries a day for the last week, my peas are still cropping but they’re slowing down. Luckily the green beans and runner beans are taking up the slack, starting yesterday. Against my expectations I actually have cucumbers growing. Still waiting for the tomatoes though. The salad leaves just keep on giving. Since poverty and all that, I’ve been thankful to my deities from the first moment I started harvesting because food grown means less to buy (and I recommend sugar snap peas straight off the plant for breakfast). 

Times, they be a’changing; most people are oblivious to plants and farming, so the focus of Lammas has become more flexible, in my observed experience. Which is why many now celebrate the ‘harvest’ of achievements etc. for the year. It’s great to see people’s achievements; I’m proud to say my three youngest cousins have received their Bachelor’s degrees this summer, and I’ve been accepted on an MA course. I’m considering declining it though, because I’ve found one more suited to me that I’ve applied for and I’m waiting to hear from. I’m not getting ten grand into debt for something that’s not right for me. My sister is also looking at Masters courses, and my first two novels are being read by critical friends to help me improve them. Never know, this time next year I might have got them published 😀

Back to my point? Did I have a point? I’m not sure; too tired to think straight. I think I’m rambling at this point and you should draw your own conclusions.
Good night, have a lovely summer.

Food glorious food.

I’ve finally started getting peas from the plants in my garden but that’s not the point of today’s post. I’ve been cooking. My fruit and veg box delivery yesterday had a couple of things in that I didn’t know what to do with and more of a couple of things I already have plenty of. So I had to get inventive.

Stuffed aubergine halves

  1. Cut an aubergine (eggplant) in half the take the seeds out using a spoon.
  2. Chop half a red onion, one tomato, a green or orange pepper, three mushrooms, and one garlic clove roughly (these are the things I have loads of). Mix up together in a bowl, add dried rosemary and grated cheddar cheese.
  3. Load the mixture in to the aubergine, wrap in ton foil and roast for 15 minutes at gas mark 7.
  4. Take out of the oven after 15minutes, unwrap the top of the foil to expose the veg, add more cheese and then return to the oven with the foil open. The cheese will melt, and the veg crisp slightly as the aubergine finishes cooking. I had it with ‘garlic belly steak’, which is something my butcher does. A piece of belly pork is folded in half and tied up with butchers twine and then covered in garlic butter. I only discovered them yesterday afternoon and they are lovely. I’ve been right off meat for the last two months but I’m slowly reintroducing it in to my diet once a week, pork on a Friday.

Summer fruit tart
I can’t make pastry, or I can but you could use it as a projectile weapon so I don’t. So for this pie I splashed out and bought frozen puff pastry from the Sainsbury’s Local across the road. It does the job.

I got some gooseberries in yesterday’s box, I have never cooked gooseberries before. 

  1. Top and tail gooseberries in to a pan, wash them, then put a bit of sugar and water in the pan. 
  2. Add strawberries, raspberries, blueberries the pan. Mix together.
  3. Boil for ten minutes.
  4. Strain if there’s too much liquid. The liquid is nice warm or mixed with sparkling elderflower cordial, it gets a bit of a foamy head and looks like you’re drinking booze when you aren’t.
  5. Roll out the pastry and line you dish, pour in the fruit mixture and then make a lattice of pastry strips over the top.
  6. Bake on gas mark 7 for 30 minutes or until golden brown (may vary depending on the pastry.

Enjoy with custard, ice cream or a nice thick plain yogurt.

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First harvest of 2016

Poh-tay-toes, boil ’em, mash ’em, stick ’em in a stew!

Honour to you Ing, Bringer of Peace and Good Seasons, for full bellies and fresh food from the Earth.

I’ve just emptied my potato growing bag for the first earlies I planted in spring. Not a huge harvest but theyll keep me going. 

My peas and beans have started to flower so hopefully I’ll be harvesting them in the next few weeks. I’ve been taking salad leaves for the last couple of days. My strawberry plants are flowering and putting out new runners, which I will be carefully cultivating to get more plants. I’m very excited about my pear trees; they seem to be thriving this year and I should have four or five pears to harvest.

Also, meet Hubert, birthday dragon and house/garden guardian.

Cute little begger, ain’t he?

Midsummer in Lincolnshire

Last Sunday was fun, I went to my first open ritual with Abus Coritani at Saxonhouse. 

The format was generic druidry, I suppose and I didn’t really relate to much of it, except the calls to the ancestors which made me cry. However, the community feeling was lovely and sharing food and fire was a massive part of that.

Part of it was filmed and is available here, about two minutes in: 

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