BaasLang – Going places

The story starts here:The Story of this Motley Crew – part II – TheGreatReset(of2020) (thegreatreset-thorn.com)

Now here is a naughty fellow. Although that would be unfair to taint him forever by the brush of his youthful folly.

And to be fair, he did not have the most stable role models as a child. So it is no wonder that he had no specific qualms about what one to do to survive. Not only survival, also how to make money.

Even as a child, he was always hustling. Collecting empty beer bottles from the shebeens near and far from his family’s abode, to sell back to the brewer. Perhaps bottles just lying about, perhaps taking a couple from the neat stacks the proprietor set aside to take later.

Or, as a sinewy teenager, he earned protection money by taking pensioners to the mobile pay point on pension pay day. Sometimes for money, sometimes for a slice of Auntie Babs’ Mahangu cake.

It is sad commentary on the state of society today, that shebeens are the most sure-fire way to make money. And it is sad because it takes from those with little, and ultimately gives to those who have a lot. It takes money, it takes dignity, it takes hope. This is possibly why he only dabbled with the devil’s juice for a short bit.

But it is all the more disheartening, that he fell afoul of the law on one of his “procurement expeditions”, and it was in the detention centre, that he was introduced to drugs. Nothing hard at that stage, just the furtive scurries of monkey tobacco. Aka Cannabis.

It made him king of the world, and nothing could take him down. Being a talented maker of plans, he started growing the stuff, vertically integrating his distribution channels, and general man about town. It was not enough. He wanted more. A SWOT analysis (although he may not have known the formal term for identifying your strengths, weaknesses, opportunities, and threats), pointed him in the direction of expanding into towns, and eventually the city. Afterall, one needs volumes to make money.

Besides, the local “fuzz” was starting to impede his delivery schedules.

On his second promo trip, he had his best quality produce with him. Enough to make the big boys sit up and take notice. And they sat up and noticed.

They eagerly awaited his arrival at the product launch, at a seedy bar in town. In a blur of violence, guns, and blue lights, they fleeced him of everything he had on him, even the pocket watch which was his last remembrance of his late father. Ironic that it is fortunate that they left him for dead because that meant that the cops mistook him for collateral damage.

It was his cousin, who knew what he was up to, that found him in the alley and hid him in the home of the brother on the mother’s side of Aunt Babs for two months, while he healed. Maybe he would not have had the limp he still has today, had his cousin taken him to hospital, but where they came from, you looked after your own.

Now Aunt Babs may have the best Mahangu cake in the world. But Aunt Babs has a sharp tongue, and a mean spanking action. BaasLang’s healing was perhaps longer than necessary, after Aunt Babs was done with him.

But I will grant Aunt Babs this credit. She knows young wayward men. And she does not indulge their ways. It was under her eagle-eyed watch, that BaasLang recovered his senses, and his sense. The cousin who picked him up in the alley managed to get him a job as a general worker at a construction company, where soon the bosses saw this guy was sharp. He quickly picked up skills like welding; and coupled with his ingenious ways of making things work, he soon became a firm favourite for contract work.

BaasLang – Going places

He still has that cheeky swagger. The one that says, look out, look up, I’m going places. But he has dropped the social malaise that is the drug culture. He is an ardent soccer supporter and plays a fair game himself. He now looks after his lady like a man should. He now is a supervisor that cares for his fellow workmen. You watch him now; he is going places.

How does he fit in at the end? –> The Story of this Motley Crew – part II – TheGreatReset(of2020) (thegreatreset-thorn.com)

BruBen – Man of many jokes

Bru Ben

The story starts here: The Story of this Motley Crew – part II – TheGreatReset(of2020) (thegreatreset-thorn.com)

While we don’t know Bru Ben, we like him. Mr Jokes is his other name. I am not sure he is intentionally funny, but nonetheless, where he is, there is general laughter all round.

Take this photograph of the crew as an example. There he was, minding his own business, when he startled a lazy sun-baked lizard out of minding its very own business. I say he startled the lizard, but I think it was the other way around. How else do you think BruBen ended up in the wheelbarrow?

A very happy-go-lucky soul, who easily breezes in and out of town, wherever the winds of fortune carry him. And he always seems to have something. Something he is happy to share and share alike. Even if he has not been on a job for a few weeks, if he has an apple in his pocket, he will share it with you. Quite possibly, that is the secret to happiness. Don’t hog, share. And be content with what the universe shares with you. Whether by way of an unforeseen job opportunity when you, if truth be told, came to visit your brother from another mother, or the fact that it was not a poisonous snake that was baking on the rake in the sun.

How does he fit in at the end? –> The Story of this Motley Crew – part II – TheGreatReset(of2020) (thegreatreset-thorn.com)

Kapps Farm Spring Plant Sale 2-3 October

Saturday & Sunday, 2 & 3 October will see the Kapps Farm Spring Plant sale– And you can expect to find plants there.

Kapps Farm Spring Plant Sale – this weekend

Yes, I have managed to cobble together a few pots of Soutbos, and prepared packets of Marigold seeds.

Today’s blog contains the “how to”, because believe it or not, I had consigned some seeds to the farm stall before and was asked whether you used it as spice in food….

Well, I guess you could, but I am certainly not going to try.

First, the “Soutbos”.

Old Man Saltbush

The English name just does not ring as melodic as Afrikaans, so hereby you are allowed to use either.

Fast facts:

  • Drought resistant
  • The animals love it!

Animals LOVE Soutbos!

So, protect it until it has some robustness. When I say the animals love it, I have sheep (specifically Caramella and her twins, Butter & Scotch), all the Goats (the infamous Ziggy (second born goat of Kruispad Cecil and Ewe X)), and not to mention the gentle DeMille and her offspring, cattle, and even the chickens peck at the fallen seeds and leaves.

And of course they (being the broody hens) feel very protected in the “out of arm’s length reach” hidey-holes.

It is a favourite hide out of the Crimson Breasted Shrike.

  • It grows fast and works ideal as a windbreak or privacy screen.
  • Works like reeds, in desalinating and rejuvenating problem/wet areas. But mind, while it tolerates occasional flooding, it will eventually die back with inadequate drainage of salty water.
  • Both the hedge at the side of the house, and at the kitchen sink outlet, do quite well.

Then there are the marigold seeds.

Packaged sunshine
Pretty pest control

Also, quite a hardy and very cheerful flower.

Sprinkle the seeds where you want to brighten up a corner, with a light covering of soil. Water daily, and you will have the cheer surprise you in shades of orange and yellow.

Co-incidentally, it is especially useful to plant next to your veggies, as it attracts the bugs to the flowers (ergo, away from your veggies).

This is a flash blog, and my aim is to use half my usual number of words.

But I am compelled to exceed my self-imposed limit, to tell you that transplanting a grown parsley plant is as successful as transplanting a grown wild rocket plant. Better planning next year!

Have fun and share pictures of the game nibbling on your purchase of Soutbos!

The story of this Motley Crew

Construction posse from left to right: Elenge N, BaasLang, John Pallet, Xoxo, Bru Ben

There is a story behind this crew. The thing is, I don’t know what it is, and I think you may have a good idea. Let us co-create. You leave your comments (or the full story) and I will consolidate all the tales into a cohesive picture of what lies behind these eyes.

My Maketaan, your %$# Waatlemoen

Yes, there is a colloquial name for this fruit? Vegetable? But you must know your audience before you use it. I shall stick to Maketaan. It does not matter really; it is still delicious.

What is pertinent, is that in all my homestead/farm visits, there was always a jar of this preserve on the table, and long long stories about the hours and hours spent preparing the preserve.

In fact, I did join in on the prep once, many moons ago.

So, it was with a little trepidation that I accepted this gift from a neighbour. But horse’s mouth and all that, I worked up the courage to tackle the preservation process.

First of all, get together a band of assistants.

In this case, The Husband, Mate 1, and Mate 2.

Then have your instructions ready. Inevitably, some of the assistants may feel they have the ear of sergeant at arms, and come up with other ways of prep, but take no heed.

Tag team

My friend told me to first skin the Maketaan, so that is the noticeably clear instruction I conveyed to team A. There was a fair amount of mumbling and grumbling, from the gallery, but it was done in the end, and very well if I may say so.

Next step

Next step was to remove the flesh inside. While a Maketaan looks like a watermelon, unlike a watermelon, the flesh is not a hot summer afternoon treat. Not even the chickens seemed to like it. You only want to remain with the thick rind, which is cut into cubes.

Phase two can be fun. It can also be stress relief. It does require additional resources, and Mate 2 joined the fray to puncture/prick the slices of rind thoroughly.

I have heard of paddles being constructed with protruding nails to make the job go easier. However, we just stuck with stabbing the slices with a fork over and over, and over. Hence “stress relief”.

Pricked to death

A carefully constructed template was placed in the middle of the table, for Team A, phase 3, to cube the rind into bitesize pieces resembling the final product.

Team output

All this should be done perhaps in the afternoon, or early evening of day 1, because then the pieces of rind need to be soaked in lime overnight. Proportions you ask. – It took me back to basic school beginners’ algebra to work it out. I will leave that up to you to work out for your Maketaan.

The fellow team members gratefully exited their casual labour contracts, and then it was the time-consuming job of washing the cubes thoroughly, boiling them in hot water (adding a few pieces at a time so that the water never stops boiling), then straining them. By them, I mean the cubes, not the team assistants. Maybe 10 or 15 minutes.

In the meantime, prepare the sugar syrup, of course with some lemon juice and fresh ginger.

Now you boil the cubes in the sugar syrup until almost see through. Again, about 15 to 20 minutes.

Bottle in clean jars, and there you have it. Beautifully preserved Maketaan, to be enjoyed with blue cheese, or on toast, or on camembert sprinkled with nuts and syrup, or…. straight out of the jar.

Product range

Final step, reward all contributors (Maketaan providers (Thank you Susan), Recipe and advice givers (Thank you Engela), “Darn it, I don’t have enough jars” emergency response team (thank you Sjelda), and of course the “Oh stop complaining and just prick” team assistants (thank you Fanie, thank you Herman, thank you Elode) with a jar of time-honoured golden goodness.

I have a few jars left, let’s talk bartering….