Barefoot Food
(and eventually farm)
(and eventually farm)
Learning to grow and prepare healthy food for ourselves, our friends, and our family
in London Ontario, Canada.
Saturday, 26 January 2019
Sunday, 17 August 2014
Two Out of Three Ain't Bad
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Containers,
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Wild-crafting
Tuesday, 12 August 2014
Weeds At Home - a.k.a. dog-pee-free wild greens
Pulled up some purslane on the way home from work a while ago. Couldn't get the roots out of the crack in the cement so I wasn't sure it would root. I put the stems in a cup of water like I would for spider plants but weeks later only one of them had the barest nubin of a root. I decided maybe they didn't like the water since they were starting to wilt, and as a last ditch effort I planted the stems (still rootless) in a pot of very damp dirt.
I've kept them damp with a daily dribble of water right where they're planted and they've sprung back so much in the past few days I'm certain they're growing roots now. Looking forward to potting some more "weeds" and having a winter window garden full of wild greens.
TL;DR = Purselane prefers in soil rooting.
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Wednesday, 6 August 2014
The Future of 3D Printing?
I was thinking about Star Trek today, and gold pressed latinum. I was wondering why anything was rare in a universe with replicators when it hit me... the replicators aren't magic. They can't make something from nothing. What they do is kind of the same as the transporter and they take stuff from one place and arrange it properly 3d printer style somewhere else.
Now I'm not saying there's a ton of liquid Earl Grey tea kept at the perfect temperature.... more that the "recipes" for everything tell the replicator how to arrange the basic elements into what you ask for. That being said, if you don't have latinum (or gold), you just can't get the replicator to make gold pressed latinum.
This led to thinking about huge blocks of carbon in a storage bay somewhere and the slow creeping realization that since they can sort atoms, there's no such thing as waste. All the carbon and nitrogen and hydrogen and oxygen in the air, or left over on the plates, or in the washrooms, are easily converted into tomorrow's birthday cake.
What do you think?
Wednesday, 30 July 2014
Heart-string Kites
My past still tuggs on me
like kites tied to my heart-strings.
Often they go unnoticed
but occasionally there's a gust.
I'm no puppet,
the tugging can't make me dance.
And yet, I don't have the power
to cut the strings.
Sometimes I think I want to,
and forgetting seems the best course.
But those who forget history repeat it,
and I'd rather occasional reminders,
than living through the pain again.
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navel gazing,
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