Head Space

Lately I’ve been very busy searching for the voice in my head and then when I hear a distant whisper, I sabotage my good intentions. How dumb is that?  It takes a hell of a lot of effort working against yourself all the time.  Making crappy excuses about negative energy around you can keep you busy for weeks on end.  When that gets dull then guilt and blame are waiting in line to fill the gap.  I’ll start tomorrow gets so worn out.  Funny how we assume you get another chance to make it right tomorrow.  

But finally, the voice is crystal clear again.  And I’m listening attentively again.  It’s engulfing me, bursting into my whole being, feeding me with power. 

The energy of the earth has been pulsating around us all since forever, but who has the time to tune in. I mean really, come on, lets be honest.  Who has the time or desire to feel the rhythms around you when episode 4 678 of Egoli is about to start and absolutely have to know who the father of the stars’ unborn baby is or when you’re late for a lunch time appointment at the nail salon for a touch up and there’s a doos driving 40 in the fast lane and you can’t get past?  Just because you’re too busy dealing with these very important issues doesn’t mean the earths rhythms aren’t there.  They are, and guess what, they are more significant than updating your profile picture on facebook.          

When you are at peace with yourself, your vibrations automatically become in tune with the universe.   Spending energy on the semantics of religion or politics doesn’t bring you any closer to understanding the essence of life either.  Whether you believe you got here because of evolution or creationism is not the point.  What you do with your life is.  Are you just an ant going through the motions of survival or are you better?  Your world is only as big as you want it to be.  Listen to the voice in your head.  When you embrace it you will understand.   

The space in your head is controlled by only by you.  Take the plunge, I dare you. 

YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT

Have you ever wondered how the people in the times of Moses and his connections lived to be 900 years old?  There are many theories, one popular, yet controversial belief is that the Earth was protected by a massive water bubble all around.  This bubble apparently kept out harmful UV rays which prevented every living thing from aging, so death couldn’t have been a common occurrence, mind you, nor was rain I’m sure.  Apparently after the heavy downpour, resulting in the great flood, the bubble disappeared, and some time thereafter, people’s lifespan only lasted until the tender age of 120 years.   

Life must have been much simpler in those days.  No internet, fast cars or plastic meals in a can.  Lots of fresh air, exercise and probably the only stress was getting your 400 year old teenager to clean his room, although the threat of sticking him on the sacrificial slab to appease the gods was probably effective.  You probably grew your own food and occasionally went down to the market to trade your frankincense for stone ground flour or a new doily.       

Anyway, whether everyone lived in a space bubble or not, I reckon they lived forever because of their diet.  Imagine living in a time when organic wasn’t something you searched for, it was just the way of life for everyone. Not a speck of tartrazene, msg or chemicals ever, not ever, passed their lips. Apparently before the bubble burst, people didn’t eat meat either.  Just healthy super foods like wheat grass, honey, fruit and veg and I bet the coastal settlers ate loads of seaweed. Only after things went bad, what with all the fornicating, sinning, angels coupling with women not wearing doekies covering their hair, did the peoples’ carnivorous instincts surface.  Their diet changed and things like plants and body parts shrivelled up and leprosy reared its ugly head.

Today people are becoming conscious of eating organic but there is still so much chemicals hidden in every shape and form out there that it’s difficult to avoid.  We don’t expect to live longer than 70 or 80 years old and when our bodies start packing in, we rush to the doctor for another chemical dose in the form of more pills.  My mother thinks organic is something hippies do, but then she is from a dying era when frozen meals and vacuum cleaners were first invented and healthy eating wasn’t the fad.  Mind you she has requested that her ashes be put into an egg timer on the kitchen shelf so that she can keep her immortal eye on her Tupperware, watch who cheats at scrabble and give Moses a run for his money.

Me, I’m off to the supermarket in search of toxic free goodies.   

BUTCHERS, BAKERS AND CANDLESTICK MAKERS

BUTCHERS, BAKERS AND CANDLESTICK MAKERS

Yeehaa!  There’s a jar of my Dukkah on some Australian chicks kitchen shelf and another jar of my seaweed salt in some Frenchies kitchen.  Ha ha. Does that classify as exporting?  Well, for their sake, let’s at least hope the stuff made it through customs ok. 

Our first market went ok.  We made a few pennies but more importantly it was great putting our seaweed products out there and getting such a good response.  There were a few people who got a rather alarmed look on their face when I invited them to have a taste of seaweed flavoured food. The rest of the public, well they were intrigued at first, then very pleasantly surprised by the taste and then bought some.   

Working the markets is also a great way to network with other vendors and I got some good leads. The best thing about Tokai Earth Market is the fact that there’s beer available. The second best thing is that the vendors aren’t shy to support the bar.  By the time the morning was over, I had knocked back a pint or 2 and was pleasantly enjoying myself although I might have euphorically tried giving the same sales pitch to people who happened to amble by my table more than once. Come to think of it, that might explain the alarmed look I occasionally received.          

Foodie people who appreciate good wholesome food go there on Saturday mornings to stock up on free range bacon, chorizo sausage, beetroot chutney, chickpea bread, olives, organic veggies, German chocolate delectables and and and.  On Wednesday evenings they meet their friends there for sushi, salad or salsa and of course more beer or organic wine.    

Today we worked the monthly Holistic Market in Obs.  That’s the one which we scouted last month where Theo back paddled when some chick offered to wash his aura with a piece of ginger.  Well it certainly is more Bohemian.  There’s nothing showy, just a rustic vibe which attracts earthy people, some with dreadlocks or hippie dresses but everyone more or less has the same agenda – good healthy food, save the planet and get in touch with yourself.   You can buy really beautiful, artistically, creative goods from leather work to felt work to paintings or go for a reading and find out where you lost your mind or make contact with Aunt Beatrice on the other side. The people selling food around us were mostly foreigners, who I think by nature are more creative in the kitchen than many South Africans who are quite comfortable munching on a boerie roll.  Other food vendors around us were a Palestinian dude doing pitas, an Italian chick who sold the most awesome, authentic vegetarian lasagne, a French dude who sold veree alfee stirfry and veree alfee jews to drink.  I saw some interesting samoosa combinations such as smoked snoek and feta, who would have thought. Theo made a pineapple and Nori curry to cater for the vegetarians and even though we didn’t do as well as we would have hoped, I left there with a whole bunch of leads and a good feeling inside.  And that’s what’s it all about.    

THIS LITTLE PIGGY WENT TO MARKET

THIS LITTLE PIGGY WENT TO MARKET

I’m soooo excited about selling our products at the Earth Market in Tokai on Saturday.  It will be our first time, in fact I wonder if anyone has ever sold dried seaweed foodstuff at a market in South Africa. 

It’s funny how Theo and I tend to get ourselves into unique situations. I bought my first motorbike when I was in my 30’s and rode like a bat out of hell till I hit my 40’s.  We sold everything we own and bought a bus to travel South Africa on an indefinite working holiday.  Now it’s seaweed.  Except this time, it’s not just us eating the stuff, I want to introduce it to other people as well.  Will Cape Town be ready for seaweed meat rubs and Dukkahs, seaweed nut bars or seaweed pies?  Well, we will find out soon enough.  Once I’ve stimulated everyone’s thyroid and flushed out all their toxins from all the junk we expose our bodies to and once all the poor people living on the coast know that there is a free, super food growing in the ocean ready for them to pick, then I’ll be ready to try something new.  

So if you are looking for something to do over Easter, why not come around to the Earth Fair Market on Saturday morning and treat yourself to some exotic seaweed chocolates or stock up on gourmet goodies.

I’m hoping to sell out so that we can put diesel in the tank for another trip up the west coast to pick more Nori and Kelp.  

The Earth Fair Market is Main Road Tokai, behind Builders Warehouse www.earthfairmarket.co.za.  If you want to know more about seaweed check out the website which Theo is developing called  www.sealogix.co.za

 

  

WHATEVER FLOATS YOUR BOAT

WHATEVER FLOATS YOUR BOAT

In between experimenting with Kelp while in Struisbaai we caught up our good friends Theo and Amanda who live in Suiderstrand, the reserve area in L’Aghulas.

He is a very keen and accomplished fisherman and whenever we visit them, the two Theo’s always head off to the rocks and come back with, at the very least, one nice sized catch. Over the last few years, our friend Theo has expanded his options of catching fish from the rocks to getting himself a kayak and paddling out to sea where the fish are even more plentiful.  My Theo decided to give it a go.

They wheeled the kayaks down to the beachfront on Theo’s odd looking, yet practical homemade contraption made from old bicycle rims and a frame.   My Theo squeezed himself into a wetsuit and balanced his now vey lean looking body over the floating kayak as it gently rocked in the surf.  Armed with instructions about how to drop anchor, use his oars effectively and set up his rod without falling overboard, they set off across the flat ocean.    Amanda and I relaxed on her stoep, lulled by rolling waves while we watched Bulbuls catching insects in the Bitou bushes and we caught up on news.  

The guys returned later that morning, Theo grinning from ear to ear.    The Kabeljou (Cob) had been biting since his first cast and he’d managed to catch a whole bunch but brought one sized fish back in the storage holder on the kayak.  Buddy Theo brought back 3.

Looking down while baiting his hook had made him a bit queazy and he admitted to meeting Ralph Kotze out on the seas but at least he hadn’t toppled over, not even when a harmless big cow shark came for a close inspection, flashing rows of serrated teeth.   Rather him than me.       

Later that day we braaied Kabeljou, enjoyed a glass or 2 or 3 of red while I babbled on about seaweed. By the time the wine was finished we had covered all the uses of slippery kelp, from culinary to using it as a fertilizer, to its health purposes from beauty wraps to detox.  And that’s when the snot hit the fan.  Did you know that the gel is even extracted to be used in, among other things, sexual lubrications?  Now that surprised you I bet.  Well it sure got our imagination going that afternoon. 

I’ve been very experimental with all kinds of seaweed but that’s one use I haven’t tried yet.  Never say never.  Perhaps I’ll keep a 12 cm tube of Kelp in the fridge for a rainy day. 

Sexual lubricants floating in the ocean

SLIP SLIDING AWAY

SLIP SLIDING AWAY

My inspiration to eat seaweed started months and months ago when I came across some interesting seaweed recipes written by Louie Lemmer and which I tested when we were back in Kleinzee.  Her ideas about using free food from the ocean (which just happened to be super duper healthy as well) led me to me cook with the stuff, bath in the stuff and I would have wrapped up Theo’s unique physique in the stuff had he let me.  

Back in Cape Town and having decided to turn funny green food into something tasty and sellable to the South African market where men are real men who eat real food wasn’t easy. We had decided to turn this into an income and the tension between Theo and I was mounting.  I wake up stiff from tossing and turning, trying to come up with a seaweed jam recipe then head for the kitchen, while Theo wakes up stiff in different places then wonders what’s happening in the world so he checks out facebook or news 24. When the pressures on, there’s only one thing to do.  Hit the road again. We jumped in the truck and a few hours later we were setting up camp at Tietiesbaai beachfront with plans to stock up on Nori and relax a bit. 

Drying Nori in Tietietsbaai

Over the next five days we collected about 50 kg’s of wet Nori which we processed daily by rinsing and then hanging to dry on our hammocks.  Waiting for low tide to expose the Nori growing on the rocks gave us enough time to crack a cold beer, cast a line, work on my tan and some much needed R & R.  Theo cooked deevine seaweed pasta dishes which we will be placing on our new website sealogix.webs.com.  We didn’t do any exploring or even stop at the well known Paternoster Hotel, instead we monitored our seaweed draped all over the show. We took enough dried Nori back to my mothers kitchen where we roasted it, ground it and surprised her by giving her kitchen tiles a new look of speckled fish food flakes. 

Smoking out the box

A week later we met earthy Jenny, Louie Lemmer’s daughter who hopes to one day print her mother’s seaweed recipe book. Jenny is also experimenting with seaweed from food to skin products. It’s been great meeting someone just as excited about seaweed as I am.  She uses Wakame seaweed (not local), and makes chocolate sweets with Kelp.  Kelp is abundant along our coastline and until this stage all I had made with it was pickles but suddenly another trip to the coast sounded like a good idea.  Anyway, we still hadn’t visited Theo’s folks since being back so we warmed up the truck’s engine for a trip to Struisbaai near L’Aghulas where there’s no pollution or chemicals being pumped into in the sea.  We arrived with bottles and buckets and ideas to make watlemoen konfyt and dried sugared sweets with kelp.  Collecting kelp is not as easy as Nori which I just pull off the rocks, leaving the base behind so that the plant doesn’t die, whereas picking Kelp you’re gonna get wet.               

Yammy Fish Rub

We soon had a snail trail all over Theo’s mother’s kitchen.  Jeez Louise, that kelp is slimy.  Apparently kelp grows so fast that if you’re patient enough, you can see it grow (like who would do that) but I reckon it’s more a case of the more you watch it, the more it mutates into jelly until everything gets coated in a film of goo.  The more you wet the goo, the more it spreads.

Oh well, Theo’s mothers kitchen has been coated in a healthy dose of Vitamin B12 gel and I’m nowhere near my destination but still slip sliding away.

GOING BACK TO MY ROOTS

GOING BACK TO MY ROOTS

Back in South Africa with no adventure travel plans lined up, we found ourselves racing back to Cape Town where we hoped to come up with our next plan of action.  But what?!?  Our relationship was out of sink, our finances down the toilet and my body and soul was as operational as a blocked drain. 

We had been toying with the idea of setting up the truck to sell braaied sticky ribs at festivals around the country but nothing was finalized and quite honestly, Theo was much keener about the idea than me. Then I remembered my dabbling in seaweed at Kleinzee and an idea took root.  Selling seaweed products at foodie markets around Cape Town tickled my fancy.  I was keen to hook up with earthy people who would inspire me and remind me what I’d set out to do. 

We cruised a few food markets in the southern suburbs of Cape Town which sell really good, healthy, exotic and even organic food.  I was sure my idea of seaweed spice and maybe a seaweed potato fritter or two on the grill would fit in just fine.  I threw myself into days and days of research, looked for seaweed recipes, gathered more info about South African types of seaweed, sourced spices without additives and packaging options.  Move over Ina Parman, I was on a roll! 

We loved going to food markets which offered all new kinds of foodstuffs although chewing on plastic tofu didn’t excite Theo at all and when a chick at the Holistic Market at Observatory offered to wash his aura with a piece of ginger root, he disappeared into the crowd rather quickly.  I gave her a friendly wave, murmured something polite and chased after him.  We tried some awesome pumpkin and coconut slivered fritters and bought some wonderful smelling incense.  We found Colloidal Silver, a new product which has intrigued me since Kyro, our son, has been carrying on about how wonderful a cure it is. We chatted to a friendly lady who sold blocks of crystal and metal chips set in resin which you are supposed to place around your house to demagnetise your body or something to that effect.  I probably wasn’t listening properly but she might have suggested something about sneaking around your neighbourhood to bury these blocks under your neighbour’s petunias or under the bus stop seat and I had visions of myself lurking in public toilets, dressed like a ninja, hiding the stuff in toilet cisterns and under dustbins.  At the Earth Market in Tokai, Theo made a beeline to the meat table to taste all kinds of delectable chorizo sausages and later we slurped up a pint of local home brew beer all served on tap. You can buy top class organic olive oil if you’re not counting your pennies or treat your colon to a pipe cleaning rush with all kinds healthy treats.       

The Old Biscuit Mill in Salt River has turned into the place to be for young hip people to meet and enjoy a hip looking slice of organic pizza (well it looked loaded with fresh leafy stuff and I remember seeing gluten free signs somewhere).   

The vibe at all the markets was just what I was after, good food for the stomach as well as the soul.  I have no intentions of turning into a health guru with a packet of budgie seed in my pocket or shaving my head and joining the Hairless Krishnas but I am becoming much more tuned in to myself.  I’m thrilled to say that the black space in my head is filling up again.  Pointless attempts at applying Feng Shui to our furnished truck would be limited to moving the chemical toilet wedged in between the fridge and the nook table about 1 inch backwards.  

My mother rolls her eyes at all the seaweed dishes we’ve been serving her and the buckets of seaweed being carted through the house to hang in the garden.  In the meantime, we are cooking up a storm in her kitchen and I’m one step closer to introducing South Africa to the benefits of eating delicious seaweed, free from the ocean.