Showing posts with label homegrown goodness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label homegrown goodness. Show all posts

Monday, June 15, 2009

A Bowl Full of Memories


Good morning, Folks!

I realized last night, much to my chagrin, that it has been a full seven months since I last posted. Good grief! Life is BIG, people!

Facebook has a small part to play, I suppose, but I'm back with a subject that is so worthy of telling the world that I just had to break my unintentional blog silence...

IT'S STRAWBERRY SEASON IN OREGON!!!

Wondrous and amazing as that fact is all on its own, two other things related to this subject fill me with rapturous glee: 1) this year's crop of our own homegrown strawberries is very nearly perfect... and 2) they are so bountiful, I have enough to make STRAWBERRY DUMPLINGS!!!

These luscious, seasonal gems from my childhood are so far from the usual strawberry fare that they cause a very specific chain reaction of sensations when I eat them... the sum of which is, I am rendered helpless to look in any direction but into the bowl of creamy, chewy, not-too-sweet goodness and bob around in the memory-laden cream... eight years old, hearing my Grannee call from the kitchen, "Who's ready for another one?!"

All arms shoot up in the air... even those with bowls still half full of pink, milky loveliness.

My Grannee got the recipe from my Grandad's mother who was a German raised in Russia but had lived in the states long enough to have English-speaking children. This gave rise to lots of interesting pronunciations of foods that are neither truly German nor Russian making it nearly impossible to actually look up a recipe. I have played with both languages a little bit and have decided that the name Great Grandma called them, "Strobensclays," (spelled phonetically) is most likely a mixture of English and German because the Russian translation of Strawberry Dumpling doesn't sound anything like the word she used and is definitely not appetizing. The German word is "Erdbeerekloss," which if you try to smash "strawberry" into the front of it, and say it quickly to a mob of ravenous American kids in a heavy Russian/German accent, could come out sounding like "Strobensclass..." That's what I'm thinking, anyway. Maybe it was her own secret language. Who knows?

So, all this verbosity on my family history is to say that last night I made Strawberry Dumplings for the first time in years, for the first time ever with homegrown berries, for the first time ever for my kids... so that was a pretty big deal for me.

Anna picked, trimmed and cut all the berries which was a HUGE help!


I don't have a written recipe... I just remember what I saw Grannee do and what they tasted like so I have had to cobble together my own imprecise recipe.

For the strawberry filling, I used about two pints of berries for a small batch. Just enough for dessert. When Grannee made them, these golden packets of love were most often consumed as the main evening meal and required five to six times these proportions.

So, to the berries I added about a third of a cup of sugar.

Traditionally, crackers or bread crumbs are crushed up and mixed with the berries. I'm guessing this is to make the berries go further and well, the saltiness tastes really good with the sweet berries. I didn't have enough crackers OR breadcrumbs so I just made sourdough toast and buttered it, let it cool, cut it up into small-ish chunks and set it aside.

For the dough I used a standard Betty Crocker Egg Noodle recipe:

2 cups flour
3 egg yolks
1 egg
2 tsp. salt
1/4 to 1/2 cup water

(Here is where I use a food processor)
Measure flour into bowl, add egg yolks, whole egg and salt. Process until egg mixes thoroughly into the flour. Add water one tablespoon at a time mixing thoroughly after each addition but mix only until the dough forms a ball.

Kneed a couple of turns by hand just to bring it together, check the consistency and to feel like you actually participated in making the dough, then let it rest under a dish towel for about 10 minutes.

Roll dough into a rectangle about 1/8" thick (you don't want it too thin or it will pop when you boil it) and cut into squares.


Back to the strawberries...
Mix crackers/crumbs/toast into the strawberries and place a spoonful in the center of each square of noodle dough.

Pinch the tips of squares together and seal up the edges to make little packets. Try to keep the edges as clean as you can to avoid a bad seal.


Drop the finished packets into boiling water.

Fish them out when they start to float. This takes five minutes or less.



Drain and place cooked dumpling in a bowl and drizzle with heavy cream and melted butter.
Great Grandma used to top with buttered croutons also, but I don't remember Grannee doing it very often and I prefer to put more emphasis on the berries.

Top with fresh berries or uncooked filling for color and a layer of brightness in flavor.

A very important note to make here is that, personally, Grannee thought it was a SIN to boil a fresh Oregon strawberry and while she would make dumplings for everyone else, when it came her turn to eat (after everyone else had been fed, of course) she would boil the noodle dough scraps and top them with the uncooked berry mixture... thus preserving the color and texture of the fresh berries and averting strawberry abuse.


I swear to you, these little beauties are worth every ounce of effort they take and I have never met a soul who didn't say "OH, WOW!" upon their first bite.

As for me and mine... strawberry season just isn't long enough!

Enjoy 'em while they're here, Y'all!!

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Cows fly

Two weeks ago I put an ad in the local paper and didn't get a single call so I really didn't have too great a hope of generating any interest in Bossy and Daisy on Craig's List, but I thought, "What the hell. It's free, right?"

I got the first hit at 9:45 this morning.

By 10:30 they were sold.

Wow!

The really cool thing about the buyer... He wants them for dairy stock!

That makes me very happy.

So long, Bossy and Daisy. I'll miss you terribly, but I'm oh, so glad you're going to what sounds like a very green pasture.

Friday, May 16, 2008

Pssssst... wanna buy a cow?

Or, more accurately, a cow and her darling calf.



Yes, folks. It causes me great pain to say this, but Bossy and Daisy must go.

We have maxed out our grazing capacity and need to move a couple of my girls on to other pastures. I originally wanted to keep Daisy and let Sparky go, but in a demonstration of my TRUE LOVE for this little beauty, I am choosing what is best for her over my own selfish desires. *sniff* *sniff*

It will be much less traumatic for them... well... and me too, really, I suppose... if we sell the pair together so...

Who wants to start their own herd?!

Common folks! I know there's a frustrated dairy farmer out there among you!

Seriously! The calf is ready to ween. You could have your very own fresh milk twice a day... from your own backyard!

Here's the sitch:

Bossy is 3 years old, Herford, Holstein and Angus. She's a great mom.

Daisy is 3 months old, all of the above breeds plus black Semental.

We'll let the pair go for $985.

Any takers?

Common, Angelina! Now's your chance to commune with your favorite bovine on a daily basis! Just think of the endless supply of prime fertilizer!

Okay. Sales pitch over.

Operators are standing by...

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Desiccated and Delectable

Before
After 4.5 hours at 325°.
(Sorry about the flash on the white plate. It was unavoidable, but *yikes!*)

If it seems to you like that many fresh tomatoes should make a lot more roasted ones than are shown resting on the blinding-white plate, you would be right! These babies are so dang tasty we can't leave 'em alone and have already demolished about half of the finished product. Now that's gooooood.

Many thanks to Lisa E. for the recipe and Angelina for posting it along with lovely pictures that I found overwhelmingly inspiring. They used some beautiful Beefsteak or some other big, fat slicing tomatoes. I had only small specimens, though being at their ripe and juicy best, the flavor is absolutely astounding! I wish I had roasted a bushel of those little sweeties!

Next year, my Darlings, next year...

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

My Moss is Perking Up


Ahhhhh... the sweet, glorious rain has returned in earnest.

Don't get me wrong. I enjoy a good sunny day as much as the next gal, but the heat of Summer holds no true pleasure for me much past 80°. Pool or no pool.

I despise sweating.

There's a saying that goes, "You can tell a Native Oregonian by the moss on our backs and the webs between our toes."

Umbrella? Please.

I think I do own one, but I can't even tell you where it is. No, rain is for washing the earth and my face in splashy droplets of liquid sky.

Replenish.

Refresh.

Drink it in and feel my roots bore deeper into mother earth, secretly feasting on her hidden goodness that only well-watered tapping tendrils may seek out.

When it rains, the harder the better mind you, my truest self awakens and I feel alive and somehow relaxed. In my element.

Bake bread.

Make pot roast. Chicken and dumplings.

Read by a crackling fire while a torrent pounds and the wind howls past my chimney-top underscoring that I am safe and warm and well-fed.

Makes me more keenly aware of so many blessings overlooked when all is calm, dry and quiet.


Rain reminds me that I live in a place where things want to grow. Things I can eat and feed my family.

Growing things love rain.

Children are growing things.

My children love the rain...

... but, not as much as they love mud.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Bowling With Beets, Anyone?


Well, they're not exactly the size of *your* head perhaps (as claimed at the end of my last post), but they're nearly as big as hers!

My, how our garden has grown!


I'm squeezing in one last post before I head off in tomorrow's wee hours for five days in LA. It will be the longest time I have been away from my Peeps... ever.

I know they'll have a blast playing and bending all the rules with Daddy while I'm gone. I know I'll have a great time rushing around helping my Dear Friend get ready for her lovely garden wedding. I know it's good for me to break away and stretch myself out of my comfort zone.

I haven't even left yet and I already can't wait to get home.

You know, I love my life so much, I honestly have no real need for a break except for the occastional overnight alone with the hubby.

Is that sick? I'm reasonably sure I'm not agoraphobic... Maybe I'm just freakishly contented?

Okay! Enough self-analysis. Here are a few parting garden shots until I return with stories of my foray into the tangle of humanity that is Southern California!



Pre-decorated Christmas tree?


Ooooo... beeeeeeans!



Homegrown, edible art.

Oh! And I still owe you the Big TV vs. Small Child post. It's coming.

Ciao, Darlings!

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Pastured Primadonnas and Produce Porn

Alright, Angelina, I am here to prove myself a woman of my word.

Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere's BOSSY!


She got that name because she IS.

Bossy is the mother of the calf we lost back in May and, I'm reasonably sure she holds me personally responsible for her tragedy. I was, after all, always doing *something* with her baby every single day for about six weeks.

Must be my fault.

Even if she doesn't think I killed her sickly offspring, I still feel guilty about it. It's the first calf I've lost on my watch and that's really hard for me to take.


Even though she can be kinda grumpy, I still think she's just beautiful.


I eagerly await the arrival of her next calf in February. I hope her new baby is much sturdier than the last and perhaps she'll find it within her big bovine heart to forgive me.



This is Princess MaMaKau.

She came to us with the name "Princess" but my mom-in-law can't bring herself to call a cow by a royal designation.

We added the Hawiian-inspired spelling and pronunciation to give Fran the ability to call her just "Mama Cow," but still have at least a little flair to go with her "pedigree."

Princess is quite a nice cow and is *very* pregnant with her second calf which she will deliver around the end of August.


She's SO round! I remember those days. UGH.

Right now we have to keep her separated from her nearly-year-old heifer calf, Sparky, who insists on continuing to NURSE!

Little piggy.

If we keep them together she'll suck up all the new baby's colostrum and we'll have another sickly calf on our hands. Been there. Done that. NOT doing it again!

This means we get to endure a LOT of bellowing from both sides of the fence. Thankfully, it seems things are beginning to quiet down.


Meet Sparky, who also came pre-named. It was kind of like "fate," though, that these two came to live with us. Grace is *very* into princesses and James's pet name for me, on good days, is "Sparky." Cute, huh?

And so is she. I just love her.

She's very bouncy and fun to watch.




"I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille!"

OH! And, don't worry. We won't be eating any of these ladies. They are strictly for making more baby cows... and eating garden scraps and lawn clippings...





Luscious and Divine

WARNING! If you find the sight of succulent, dewy expressions of fertility offensive... look away NOW!





These are my mom-in-law's Marionberries.

Mmmmmmm.






Hey. You were warned.

She also has raspberries and blueberries...

...right next door.


One of the MANY reasons I LOVE living so close to my in-laws!



The last of the potato blossoms.












The FIRST of the potato harvests!


















I can't get enough zucchini flower shots.






This little baby stopped me dead in my tracks.

Look at that precise, simple beauty.










Again with the bean tendrils...













... and their loving embrace.














Ohhhhhh... do I have future plans for YOU babies!

A little olive oil, some fresh basil from just over there... cool mozarella...

... wait a minute... do I hear Barry White?







Red-cloaked vigilance.







This is something we are very excited about and proud of every single Summer.

We call it our "Home Grown Meal."

The steak, potatoes, lettuce, green onions, and garlic ALL came from our garden, raspberries from my in-laws'.

One day, we hope to add the wine to our gleeful demonstration of self-sufficiency, but for now, vino from a couple miles down the road will have to do.

Life just doesn't get any better than this.

We are so blessed and so VERY grateful for our amazing, bountiful life.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

God Bless the Rainy Weekend

With the glut of Mid-Summer zucchini well under way, I would likely have made bread of the over-abundant squash anyway, but fresh, clean air and abiding temperatures makes this ritual infinitely more enjoyable for me, despiser of indoor ambiance exceeding 80° Fahrenheit.



I adore the crispy-outside-cakey-sweet-inside thing... especially studded with crunchy, pecan-y goodness. I'm all about texture... and flavor, too, naturally.

My people are not the nut-ophiles I am, however, so I inevitably end up making two batches of nearly everything. (Mine is the taller one on the left owing the additional volume to the nuts, of course.) I will NOT be denied my tree-borne gems that I love so. One more thing I inherited from my Grannee. She put nuts in everything.

My other project this weekend is Creme Brulée... or variations on custard. Whatever.

I learned over an awe-inspiring dinner at Cuvée in unassuming, nearby Carlton, that my beloved really likes custard. I had no idea. I mean, I knew he would eat it, as he eats every morsel I put in front of him, but he's not so much a "dessert guy."

I was about to order the Creme Brulée (Beth!) when the waiter, STRONGLY suggested, I opt instead for the "fresh berry tart that just came out of the oven... well, it's not really a tart because it doesn't have a crust, but it's really good. You want that." Okaaaay.

It was still-warm, perfect custard bejewelled with blue-, marion-, and raspberries and my husband ate HALF of it! "Oh, I LOVE custard!" he announced in apparent reaction to my stunned expression.

So. Having been denied my Creme Brulée AND this new slice of information on the man with whom I have shared exactly half my life, perfect custard has become this weekend's quest.

Like I said, I'm LOVING this most unusual late July drizzle... though, with the workout I'll be giving my oven, I'll have to actually duck outside to benefit from it.

My apologies to all the sobbing brides frantically scouring the phone books for the last white tent available to save their shower-sodden wedding reception, but I'm happy.

Cloudy days are better for photography anyway and you're a silly, silly girl if you think the Farmer's Almanac is filled with information any more accurate than questionable guesses and amusing trivia.

This is Oregon. It rains here.

Following your tear-choked exclamation of, "YES, Brandon, of COURSE I'll be your wife!" the very next words to leap from your lips into your shiny, pink Razor phone should have been, "Hello? Tent rental guy?"

This is garden GROWING weather and will stave off the inevitable lettuce bolt a little while longer! It's cool and delicious, but still shorts weather. This is MY kind of Summer.

Monday, July 16, 2007

By Request

Though I still owe you some cow shots, Angelina, here is a Garden Gallery to tide you over until I can get my Bovine Beauties to show up for a photo shoot. (They're such primadonnas...)

Can you tell this garden was planted by an Accountant? Just look at that neatness and precision. Sun flowers in all four corners. Peas and beans grow on the fencing on the left, corn across the back, potatoes on the far right, tomatoes, green onions, carrots, lettuce, beets, lemon cukes, acorn squash, pumpkins and zucchs in between.

Please note James's very creative row markers... though with the cats around they can end up just about anywhere. In the picture they look like eggs, I just realized... they're golf balls. A blatant homage to what he'd RATHER be doing...

So pretty.

I just love the graceful dance of bean and pea tendrils climbing a fence. I need to get a good close up.

The raspberry bushes are not in the main garden but off to the side a bit and out of the picture. Sadly, their season is quickly waning.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

Birthday Beauties, Bashful Bovine and the Blessed Bounty




My delicate, tiny, little preemie...

... turned NINE on Wednesday.

I can't believe that sweet, fragile baby now has talents and thoughts and friends of her own.

*sigh*

At the risk of sounding like a totally typical parent... Where does the time go?

Well, it DOES fly when you're having fun... again with the clichés... so we seriously contributed to the speed of its passage with a small but exceedingly enjoyable celebration. It began with a trip to our favorite nail place where Anna, her two best friends, Julia and McKinzie, and Grace got their toes done... which seemed as much fun for the folks doing the pedicures as it was for the recipients. With sparkling, colorful toes, we went back to our house for HUGE cupcakes and pizza... then I had to go to a STUPID MEETING... while James supervised swimming and lots and lots of Wii gaming.

Julia spent the night which was Anna's very first sleepover ever. Once the excitement died down, everyone slept like rocks... in my bed... with me in it. Actually, it was pretty fun, all four of us girls piled in together. (James retreated to Anna's bed for a much more dignified and predictable night of slumber.)




























Farm Life Follies


"Exactly what kind of cow are you?"

"'COW?' What kind of CAT are YOU?"

Midna (the kitten) and Sparky (the heifer) meet officially for the first time.
Clearly, neither is sure what to make of the other.











My first zucchini of the year and my first garlic EVER! Woo hoo!
Honestly, we forgot the garlic was even there so it was a very fun surprise.



















Another brilliant sunset here on the ranch. Ahhhhhh.














Stay tuned for part 2 of "40 years to 'Getting It."

Monday, July 9, 2007

Beauty and The Beets

While I continue to process my impending massive post, I thought I would share some new food pics. Well, mostly because Angelina wants me to reveal what I did with those beets from last week... I just love my Foodie friends who geek out over beautiful ingredients and pallet-tickling flavors as much as I do! (Except I don't think Angelina likes being called a "Foodie." Sorry.)





















Those gorgeous beets were forced to lie in repose in my fridge until they could be joyfully united with the partner of their destiny... my mom-in-law's home grown potatoes.

Roasted with big chunks-o-onion in some olive oil, coarse sea salt and pepper, these beauties turned into my kind of candy. Anna and Grace pounded down those potatoes like biscuits and honey butter.























The salmon is wild-caught Copper River (I think) that I coated with a marinade of a balsamic vinegar reduction (THANKS, BETH!), combined with finely chopped shallots, garlic from my garden and capers (they were too prominent with all those other more delicate textures so I WHACKED 'em.)

A little squeeze of lime juice brought this tangy-sweet elixir together nicely.

The result after baking was a slight caramelization of the marinade ingredients, and firm, moist slightly sweet fishie. Mmmmmmm.























With all those other intense flavors, I decided to go very straight-forward with the veggie.
Grilled zucchini is always a big hit at my house.

Just slathered up mom-in-law's zucchs with some good olive oil, sea salt and pepper and tossed '
em on a very hot cast-iron grill. Deeeeeelicious!

We finished off this sumptuous feast, enjoyed with my in-laws, with an impressive Late Harvest Muller Thurgau that was full of vanilla and cream and had an apple finish. Reminds me of a "blond" port.

Absolutely, without question, the perfect way to end a perfect, celebratory weekend.

Stay tuned. More to come!