Weekend meals
Sat and sun has gotta be my favourite days of the week for meals. Coz saturday is Grot day!!! Delicious rice pudding. Grot is typically eaten on Saturdays and when Unni and i go to the local shop on Saturdays, i usually see people buying cartons and cartons of milk. But i bet we've got the best Grot around, coz the milk that is used is straight from the farm. *Heh*
When i first started work on the farm, Bcc had told me about Saturday Grot day to kinda prepare me in the event that i may not like it. Coz apparently some working guests hate it and don't eat it at all.
To my surprise, the first time i tried it, i lurveeeddd it! Creamy and thick. It's like baby food. The usual way is to eat it with a big blob of butter in the middle, a generous sprinkle of sugar and cinnamon and tuck in. I dressed my Grot up and proceeded to eat. But in the midst of all that excitement, i had forgotten what Bcc had told me not to do. Don't stir it up.
Bcc had told me before that the first time she ate Grot, she too had put in all the stuff and then stirred it up before she ate it. Unni was surprised, coz the usual way to eat it was to leave everything as it is and just eat systematically round the plate. Well, opps, too late, coz i had stirred mine up so well to make sure that every grain had a little sugar and cinnamon. I remembered Unni made a comment when she saw that, she must think the stirring thing gotta be a strange foreign habit of eating meals... well from that day on, i never stirred my Grot again...
Loading my Grot with lots and lots of 'O Boy' is my favourite way of eating Grot. It all started when i first saw Filip, the Czech working guest do it. He said that was how they ate it back home. So i tried it too. Everything's the same, just add a generous covering of 'O Boy' (Milo similar) on the top. The result is like eating chocolate flavoured rice pudding. After Filip left, i was the only one who ate Grot this way. When Rita and her foster kid dropped by one Saturday afternoon to have Grot with us, both of them were laughing when they saw me packing on loads of O Boy on the rice pudding. Ha, it's their loss not mine!
Saturday's also special coz we get to have TV dinners!! Coz we have Grot in the afternoon around 4, we usually eat dinner around 8.30 after we've come back from the cow house. Saturday dinners are eaten downstairs at the TV area with fancy plates and glasses. What's even better is that Saturday is snack day!! So together with the regular dinner, bring out the potato chips, sweets, chocolates, wine/beer and BRUS! (brus is the term for soft drinks).
Every Saturday when we go to the shop, Unni will tell me to get my favourite pack of chocolates of potato chips so we can have it at dinner time. Then i'm like some crazy kid in a candy store, standing there surveying what to choose. The rationale of having snacks during the weekend is coz it's like a reward for the hard work done during the weekdays. So it's kinda like something special to look forward to. Which explains my crazed behaviour when it comes to Saturday dinners. Damn gin na or what.
Sunday dinners are special too. Coz we get to have peeled potatoes! So instead of having to peel our own potatoes, they are already naked when served to the table. Bcc's usually the one who peels the potatoes, coz she does it damn fast. Experienced or what. The dinner is usually more fancy (= longer preparation time required). Such as that of salmon and bacalao.
When the weekend's over, it's then another 5 day wait to the next weekend fantasy. Which is pretty good, coz there's always something to look forward to.
When i first started work on the farm, Bcc had told me about Saturday Grot day to kinda prepare me in the event that i may not like it. Coz apparently some working guests hate it and don't eat it at all.To my surprise, the first time i tried it, i lurveeeddd it! Creamy and thick. It's like baby food. The usual way is to eat it with a big blob of butter in the middle, a generous sprinkle of sugar and cinnamon and tuck in. I dressed my Grot up and proceeded to eat. But in the midst of all that excitement, i had forgotten what Bcc had told me not to do. Don't stir it up.
Bcc had told me before that the first time she ate Grot, she too had put in all the stuff and then stirred it up before she ate it. Unni was surprised, coz the usual way to eat it was to leave everything as it is and just eat systematically round the plate. Well, opps, too late, coz i had stirred mine up so well to make sure that every grain had a little sugar and cinnamon. I remembered Unni made a comment when she saw that, she must think the stirring thing gotta be a strange foreign habit of eating meals... well from that day on, i never stirred my Grot again...
Loading my Grot with lots and lots of 'O Boy' is my favourite way of eating Grot. It all started when i first saw Filip, the Czech working guest do it. He said that was how they ate it back home. So i tried it too. Everything's the same, just add a generous covering of 'O Boy' (Milo similar) on the top. The result is like eating chocolate flavoured rice pudding. After Filip left, i was the only one who ate Grot this way. When Rita and her foster kid dropped by one Saturday afternoon to have Grot with us, both of them were laughing when they saw me packing on loads of O Boy on the rice pudding. Ha, it's their loss not mine!
Saturday's also special coz we get to have TV dinners!! Coz we have Grot in the afternoon around 4, we usually eat dinner around 8.30 after we've come back from the cow house. Saturday dinners are eaten downstairs at the TV area with fancy plates and glasses. What's even better is that Saturday is snack day!! So together with the regular dinner, bring out the potato chips, sweets, chocolates, wine/beer and BRUS! (brus is the term for soft drinks).
Every Saturday when we go to the shop, Unni will tell me to get my favourite pack of chocolates of potato chips so we can have it at dinner time. Then i'm like some crazy kid in a candy store, standing there surveying what to choose. The rationale of having snacks during the weekend is coz it's like a reward for the hard work done during the weekdays. So it's kinda like something special to look forward to. Which explains my crazed behaviour when it comes to Saturday dinners. Damn gin na or what.
Sunday dinners are special too. Coz we get to have peeled potatoes! So instead of having to peel our own potatoes, they are already naked when served to the table. Bcc's usually the one who peels the potatoes, coz she does it damn fast. Experienced or what. The dinner is usually more fancy (= longer preparation time required). Such as that of salmon and bacalao.
When the weekend's over, it's then another 5 day wait to the next weekend fantasy. Which is pretty good, coz there's always something to look forward to.
posted by Farmer Sam at 5:21 PM
3 Comments:
Is the milk that is straight from the cow house pasteurised or unpasteurised? Just wondering, as unpasteurised milk is not allowed here (north of the border where IS lives). Get me?
How you must miss your grot now.
the milk is real raw unpasturised milk. Raw milk has alot of health benefits.. some reading::
http://www.seedsofhealth.co.uk/articles/index_dairy.shtml
Unni gave the 'first milk' delivered by a cow straight after it gives birth, to a friend who requested for it for his sick mother, and his mother was better after drinking the milk..
Very informational.Thks. I never knew. Raw milk used to be available in Sg in the 50's and 60's peddled by Indian cow herds (from their cow farms in Bkt Timah) on bicycles with the fresh milk in glass bottles in Redhill. This is now history.
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