Sunday, July 31, 2011

A colorful morning at the farmer's market















I love these cookie/dog treat jars.  Imagine a set of them lined up on the counter for flour, sugar, etc.  I enjoy the artisans at farmer's markets as much as I do the produce.  I took her card: Erin Moran Designs (no relation!)


Will you get out to a farmer's market this weekend? I know I will regret it sometime this winter if I don't visit as many as I can.

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Smarter than the average bear...

It's a truth universally acknowledged that the smaller the thing the better the taste.  And oh my goodness these blackberries are huge!  



I'm guilty of jumping the gun again.  These monstrosities are from Guatemala.  I grabbed them at the grocery store thinking they were local.   To make my morning muffins I had to quarter them like new potatoes!  The purple batter didn't rise, and the berries had a terrible, acrid taste.  
I'm going to try again.  This time with local berries.  I know they're around because I saw some tiny wild ones growing by the side of the road, where the fiddleheads and lily of the valley were this spring.  
I clicked on the eat local link on my taskbar, found a farm that has pick your own blackberries, grabbed my younger daughter and picking partner, and off we went. 


This place was so cute and laid back.  You grab a bucket and you can wander anywhere on the farm and pick what you want, unless it has orange tape across it which means KEEP OUT it isn't ready. 


We quickly realized that all the blackberry bushes had orange tape across them.  

No wonder the berries in the store were from Guatemala.  The nice farmer said it will be two weeks before these turn black.  
Mother Nature came through for us, though.  In the very next row we discovered black raspberries!  And they were ripe!

So exciting!



But it was slow going; these berries are tiny and the bushes are thorny.  Really thorny.
Then, our foraging bear instincts took over (I didn't watch all those Yogi Bear cartoons for nothing) and we wandered behind the orange tape in the blackberry section.  Guess what?  Some of them they were ripe!


 I know these look a lot like their Guatemalan cousins, but believe me they didn't taste the same.  It was almost surreal how our berries scented the car on the way home





My daughter went into Boston to visit friends for the weekend, leaving me with the whole berry stash.  Decisions, decisions...

Friday, July 29, 2011

Chicken salad for one

When you cook for yourself, you have only yourself to please.
---Judith Jones, The Pleasures of Cooking for One

I think all cooks should aim to please themselves, whether they cook for one or one hundred.  I know I do.

Judith Jones is #8 on Gourmet's list of the 50 Women Game Changers in the world of food. Every Friday a group of bloggers, led by Mary at One Perfect Bite, is going down the list, one by one, and exploring the work of these influential women.  Judith Jones is another name I knew very little about until I looked her up for today's post.  Her impact on the food world came not through her cooking, but through her 50 year career as an editor at Knopf during which she ushered in the works of many important figures, including Julia Child, Jaques Pepin, James Beard, and many others.
As I read about Judith Jones, two themes stood out: the first is the importance of taking pleasure in food.  She grew up in a family that had a puritanical attitude towards food.  The smells of cooking were strictly kept behind closed doors and strong flavors were discouraged (garlic was banned from the house!)  It was regarded as unseemly to focus on food and the sensual pleasures of eating.  Judith certainly helped bring a new appreciation for the sensuality of food to an American audience as she ushered in food personalities with new and exotic sensibilities.
The other theme relates to the language of food.  As a literary editor she was particularly attuned to the power of words and the role they play in how a culture relates to its food.  She bemoans the clipped, clinical approach to recipe instructions that's become the norm among contemporary food writers---
What a long way we’ve come in just about fifty years. Finally the veil has been lifted and we’re able to enjoy the art of cooking, to slap the dough around, massage the chicken with butter, and sizzle the garlic until it smells up the whole house. And to write about it with joy. There is also a lot of interesting investigative reporting going on that has alerted us to some of the current practices of the food industry, and we are so much more aware of what we eat thanks to this kind of writing
So good, evocative writing about food has been a part of our culture now for more than half a century, ever since M.F.K. Fisher first wrote ecstatically about picking and eating fresh peas to the sound of a cowbell in the Swiss Alps and, more practically, Julia Child described the signs of doneness in a roast chicken as “a sudden rain of splatters in the oven, a swelling of the breast, and a light puff of the skin, and the drumstick is tender when pressed and can be moved in its socket.”
But at the same time the art of writing a recipe—and it is an art—has not improved; in fact it has deteriorated. In the interest of saving space, magazines, newspapers, even most cookbooks have reduced recipe writing to a formula that isn’t even particularly effective and certainly isn’t sufficiently instructive.
On to the Chicken Salad.
This salad for one comes from The Pleasures of Cooking for One, written after Jones' husband died. It was an unusual experience for me, working with such minuscule amounts and ending up with just one plate of food.  It's a good exercise for those of us who are used to cooking for others.  The process of preparing good food becomes much more intimate when you are feeding just yourself.   And you have to come to grips with the question of whether or not you think you're worth it!

Chicken Salad
(Serves 1)
Vinaigrette:
1/4 tsp. salt
1/4 tsp. Dijon mustard
1 Tbsp. vinegar , preferably balsamic
3 Tbsp. extra-virgin olive oil
Salad:
Leftover cooked chicken , cut into small chunks (about 1 cup)
1 Tbsp. vinaigrette
1 small rib celery , chopped
1 small scallion , finely chopped
1/4 bell pepper (orange, red, green, or a combination), chopped
1 tsp. drained capers
1 tsp. chopped fresh parsley and 1/2 tsp. other fresh herbs if on hand (tarragon, basil, or marjoram)
Salt and freshly ground pepper
1 1/2 to 2 Tbsp. mayonnaise
1 tsp. plain whole milk yogurt
Salad greens (about 2 cups)
1 Tbsp. chopped toasted walnuts
* I added a bit of lemon zest and a squeeze of juice.

    Directions
    To make vinaigrette: Put salt, mustard, and vinegar in a small jar and shake it to dissolve the salt. Pour in olive oil; shake again thoroughly. Taste, then adjust seasonings to your liking.


    To make salad: Toss the chicken in a bowl with the vinaigrette and let it stand for 5 minutes or so. Mix in the celery, scallion, bell pepper, capers, and herbs. Season with salt and pepper to taste. Place mayonnaise in a small bowl and stir in the yogurt, then fold into bowl with the chicken vinaigrette. Arrange greens on a plate and top with the chicken salad; sprinkle walnuts on top.







    Check out the other bloggers exploring Judith Jones this week---
    Val -  More Than Burnt Toast   Potatoes for Julia Child
    Joanne - Eats Well with Others  Vegetable Sushi Rice Salad
    Taryn - Have Kitchen Will Feed
    Susan - The Spice Garden
    Claudia - A Seasonal Cook in Turkey          
    Heather - girlichef  Zucchini Pancakes
    Miranda - Mangoes and Chutney  Linguine with Smoked Salmon Sauce
    Jeanette - Healthy Living  Penne with Tuna Plum Tomatoes and Black Olives
    April - Abby Sweets
    Katie - Making Michael Pollan Proud
    Mary - One Perfect Bite  Frenchified Meatloaf
    Kathleen - Bake Away With Me  Summer Pudding
    Viola - The Life is Good Kitchen

    Tuesday, July 26, 2011

    Ruanas 101

    Last winter I fell in love with ruanas.  Ruanas are a cross between a shawl and a cape without the granny or Red Riding Hood vibes. They're split down the center so they sit securely on the shoulders, and can be luxuriously wrapped to one or both sides. More substantial than a pashmina, chicer than a poncho, easier to wear than a wrap, less bulky than a cape.





    I kept one on the back of my chair all season and threw it on every day.  I wrapped up in it every chance I got.  I wore them as outerwear in the fall, and indoors when it got colder.  They're great for travel, and I like the way they look with boots and jeans. 


     

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    They're a little tricky to wear; if you're at all petite they can be overwhelming.  I look for light drapy fabrics and a not too oversized cut.  Since my visit to the Sea Air farm I think I'm going to look for an alpaca ruana for fall.  I would have gone for a pop of color, but now that I've seen their gorgeous natural wool I'm going to stay neutral. 
    I'm starting my search now...  I want one on the back of my chair at the first whiff of fall. 

    Monday, July 25, 2011

    Open House at the Salt Air Farm

    Sunday was Open Farm Day in Maine and farms all over the state threw open their gates and welcomed visitors.  I visited the Sea Air Alpaca Farm in Kittery Point. 













    These animals are enchanting.  They have huge eyes and expressive faces.  It was a pretty hot day for alpacas, so most of them were lounging in the barn in front of fans.  Even though they sported their 'summer cuts', these animals are native to the higher altitudes of the Andes mountains so they don't like the heat.  Since the 1980s alpaca farming has been steadily growing in the US and alpacas now thrive in all 50 states.
    This farm spins and sells its own yarn and I learned that alpaca fur is officially classified into 22 natural shades from blue-black to pure white, including lots of tans, browns, beiges and even a unusual shade of rose-gray.  Unofficially, alpacas actually come in about 200 colors of wool. Alpaca is soft, hypoallergenic, and doesn't itch...it's classified, along with cashmere, as a luxury fiber.  It's also known as a 'green' fiber because these animals have minimal impact on the environment. I was interested to hear that in South America the color has been all but bred out of alpacas because the white fur, which can be dyed for commercial sale, was more prized.  The full range of colored fur has actually been revived through the American herds.


    I bought a few skeins of a beautiful caramel color.  The Sea Air farm labels each color with the animal who produced it.  Mine was grown by Helena.  I met Helena in the barn after I bought my yarn.



    She was lovely. I will be proud to wear her hat, or scarf, or mittens. Whatever my daughter will knit for me.  
    Do you know who grew your mittens?