My favorite Czech word, I think… Pronounced as “dock” sorta, but the d is kinda like t. Anyway, this cute little word means ‘there / done / take that!’ I use it every chance I get – when the retired guy does something significant – made coffee, washed the last dish, folded the last piece of laundry, stacked the last piece of wood, picked the final stinging bastard nettle, shoveled my last shovelful, figured out the last coin to give the dude at the checkout, took that last swallow of good Czech dark beer, wiped my ass – a nice all-purpose expression – when she hears me say “tak”, my woman knows I am adding value by checking another thing offa my lista. If you come here, use this word – folks will think you’re a local.
Today, upon completion of wiping off the sloppy paint job from our historic ceiling wood in the kitchen – tak – mine is off to the garden. Up the hill, thru the castle courtyards, thru the castle garden, then the meadow, across the bridge, turn right up the hill towards our gate, and I cross paths with Tippy.
Tippy owns a hostel not in the historic center, but on the river and in a charming area – we cross paths once a week, usually when she is coming from or going for a jog thru the forest on the road that passes the garden.. Tippy is also a musician and singer, we can catch her performing a couple times a month for sure. Real sweet, friendly and nice character, a true Krumlovian..
Looking ahead to achieving real Krumlovcian status, for me it’s gonna definitely be OVAB – Organic Vegan American Brad – and they’ll ask me – what’s the ph of your soil? or the relative humidity in your greenhouse? or how’d that Designed Experiment for reducing slugs on kale leaves turn out? Maybe I’ll show off my IKEA shoulder bag full of foraged stinging nettle snips.. They’ll know me by the bibs and the wild hair.
Yah, stopped haircuts for a while, since we moved. Jana wants to see what my afro looks like, I get a lot of head rubbing by my woman – looks like hell but I appreciate the attention. When I look in the mirror, I am reminded of mom licking her fingers and trying to get my cowlick to stay down so my hair looked nice for Sunday School.. Maybe she’d sneak a little piece of her gum on it..
So, yah, another day in paradise – not warm paradise, more of a crisp fall paradise today. Monday & Sunday, I harvested a bunch of tops of fresh growth nettle – snipped em off into my big IKEA bag – then at home, removed the individual leaves and blanched em. Used too much salt the first round, won’t use any from now on. Know this stuff is loaded with vitamins & nutrients – and it’s FREE and it grows like crazy in our garden – that which is being harvested is regrowth from my first scything.. Put those bastard stinging leaves in boiling water for 2 minutes, and voila – you can handle it and eat it and use it in that awesome garbanzo spinach soup, in place of the spinach.
Today’s garden bounty was a hooded sweatshirt pouch and a half of hazelnuts in the shell. I’ve been torturing our biggest of 3 hazelnut tree/bushes, and he pruned branches have the highest percent of pest-free fruit. The nuts on the ground mostly have a tiny black spot on them, which means there’s a nasty worm inside.. Hazelnut tree wood regenerates and can be harvested every 7 years, or so I’ve read and am testing – am removing the large diameter branches (more than 4 inches) so the next generation can grow straight and not rubbing.. Anyway, nice to bring some bounty home from the garden, whether it’s foraged or grown..
And I rewarded myself with a Primator 24!