Salt Dough Recipe -

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Really simple, really cheap, really fun and if you make them into pinchpots, Christmas decorations or tea sets you have great handmade presents for the kids (or yourself). They can be painted, glittered. Baking them turns them into rocks. They taste crap - don't try and eat. If you can put a thumb print in or a marking to say whos art is who. Self raising flour makes them puff up alittle. Great activity to have as a back up for a rainy day or to calm down a houseful of someone elses kids. I add a few drops of essential oil to the dough and it doubles as a lovely calm & relaxing afternoon activity. 


1 cup salt

2 cups of plain flour

¾ cup of water


  1. In a large bowl mix salt and flour together then stir in water till its like firm dough.
  2. Kneed till smooth. (or like me pop all in Thermomix and bliz till smooth.)
  3. Empty the cutters from the second draw on the table & let them create masterpieces.
  4. Place the salt dough creations into the oven at 150-180C. I find about an hour does it - but generally I bake them when I'm making cakes or a roast or something. You can also leave them on the fire place to dry out first overnight. 
  5. Once dry they can be painted and varished if they are a little special and then packaged off to all the Nonna and Pops of this world. 

Supermarketing up your Farm.

Supermarkets were made in 1947. Before that we lived out of our pantry. Throughout the year we gathered, bottled, dried, baked, swapped picked brined, and stored our food from the land. We had veggie patches, chooks, fishing spots,  orchards and skills. In season we harvested fruits, plucked berries, salted smoked, brined olives, stole honey, and foraged for wild mushrooms. We spent fished, shucked, plucked, collected, salted, hunted, brewed, cured, canned, dried and dug.We had larders, pantrys, cellars, storage huts and outdoor wire cool-rooms.

We produced enough for ourselves and had excess to be stored, bartered, swapped, gifted or sold. Families gathered around tables where food was prepared,and ate at - it was the first port of call of day and the last at night. Manners were taught & upkept. The Art of Conversation was instilled & shared. We made cordial. leather, chutneys, cheese, jams, cured, dried & potted meats. We collected wood, nuts and bulbs. We tended to our gardens & friendships. We learnt to sew, whittle, knit, preserve and up-cycle and passed those skills & products around.  

Thou it is small it is tasty
— Irish Quote

We made and created & conserved traditions. Everything that can & could be nurtured was. Many times over – presented in different ways. Its about sharing the fruits of ones labour & its methods in doing so, with the people you love.It is then in times where living was harder, or scarce or poorer or in great celebration….the seasons harvests could be enjoyed. I'm on a homemade, homegrown & handmade path of turning my little farm into a more slow & simple lifestyle for my family.

I just got back from Ireland where my cousins excel in this kinda life. But truthfully I'm really not that good at gardening, pretty disorganised and totally shit at bookkeeping. I do however adore learning new skills & meeting people & eating cake, so I very occasionally find someone good at their craft and run a Traditional Skill workshops on something I myself would love to learn. I also make alot of preserves although in recent months have been abit off. Seeing everyone again was like a refresher course in getting my life back on track & into gear.  I just have to get abit better and into Supermarketing up my Farm Pantry again.

The makings of Plum somthing 

Its about spending sharing food & time & ideas