A lazy sun-soaked day of brunch, community garden market (where I learned what a “tussie mussie” is), garage sale, and picnic on the beach. This is what happens when you ride your bike in Kits without an agenda on a Saturday in September.
I have been meaning to make mustard for a really long time. It’s one of those things that seems mysterious until you realize how simple it actually is. When it comes down to it, all you have to do is soak mustard seeds in a jar with vinegar. That’s it. Then you can add a little sweetener or salt, and you can blend the seeds to make it more smooth in consistency. We tried with a mortar and pestle and then with a food processor, but neither worked very well for the small amount that we had, so we just called it done. The best mustard in the world. A cinch.
Here’s a recipe + step by step…
Grandmother and grandfather – found while rifling through old photo albums at the farm house in Sri Aman, Malaysia. There weren’t really any good options for making copies of the photos while we were there so I took a few photos of photos. I wish I had taken more.
[Nikon F2, 35mm 400 Superia Fujifilm, October, 2011]
Family is a hard topic for a photo essay. It has been bringing on more learning than I could have possibly imagined though. Definitely going to be a work-in-progress. This is the roll from last weekend. Thanks to Jesse for lending me the film – first time using anything faster than 400! Worked well for the dark inside of my parents’ place. More to come.
Late autumn carrots harvested last year on Lanark St. 35mm.