Category Archives: Cooking

Harvest and Preservation

Lughnasa                      Waning Harvest Moon

It changed.  The game.  After half-time most of the time, I expected to see showed up.  How about that 64 yard run by Peterson?  Wow.  Still, it concerned me that we didn’t get more pressure on Brady Quinn.  I’m looking forward to the analysis.

Kate has made grape juice, a lot, from the grapes I picked this morning.  Next is jelly.  I have a role in the preservation process this week.  We discovered last year that gazpacho is a perfect canned soup.  When chilled, it tastes like it was made that day.  A great treat in the middle of winter, a summer vegetable soup.

We also several Guatemalan blue squash.  They run about a foot and a half long and 7-8 inches wide.  Heavy, too.  Taste good.   We still have parsnips (next year), turnips, carrots and potatoes in the ground, probably a beet or two hanging around, too.  Above ground we have lettuce, beans, greens and some more tomatoes.  Kate’s put up 36 quarts of tomatoes so far.

Kate also made use of our dehydrator.  Cucumber chips.  I know, but they taste wonderful.

There’s a lot of room for improvement in next year’s garden, but we feel good about the production this year.  Next year we should get more fruit from our orchard.

One of Those Days

Lughnasa                       Waning Harvest Moon (visible in the western daytime sky)

Kate has begun the dreary process of checking with animal control, vets and the humane society.  At the same time she’s begun canning tomatoes, a task she finds soothing.  It’s a good thing since she has a cold and numerous pains throughout her body.  She prefers to keep going, get things done.  In the past I’ve tried to get her to relax, take it easy a bit, but just this year I realized this is part of her spirit, her who she is-ness.  Now I congratulate her.

Today is one of those days.  Rigel’s still missing.  The borderline asphalt company will show up sometime today to seal the driveway.  Paula and the Ecological gardens folks have begun installation of a woodland edge garden.  To put a nice bow on the day I have my semi-annual teeth cleaning at 11:00.  I moved the vehicles to the street, got the gate ready for Paula, then took off and bought 10 more bales of hay from Al Pearson.

Al’s a 70+ farmer who sells his bales right off highway 10.  He bales the hay and sells it retail.  We all win.  He’s a ramrod straight 6′ 1″ sturdy Scandinavian.  He told me, “We like our repeat customers.”

Kate the Cook

Lughnasa                                  Waning Green Corn Moon

It was fun to see Kate get compliments on her cooking.  Her cooking skills are remarkable.  Her nutmeg sauce melts the heart of the largest Mammoth.  We had a ceremony, a brief one, in which Kate passed to me the new wedding ring she purchased for me in Jackson Hole.  We also acknowledged the reason for the ceremony, Vega.

Though we have not done our work here for a public or any public, it gratified us both to have genuine interest in our permaculture efforts.  Having said that I need to get and plant some fall crops right now.

Ready

Lughnasa                             Waning Green Corn Moon

The table has its two extra leaves, making it big enough for 8 seated with space, 10 or so with a little up closeness thrown in for good measure.  There are daisies and marigolds in vases.  Our entire apple crop for this year–3–rest in a Japanese bowl.  The greens have been cut, washed and chiffonaded.  Kate has roasted the turnips and beets.  The chickens will go into a clay pot each and the potatoes will go onto boil.

Appetizers are ready and we’ll get the ice when Warren arrives to help.  The house got an extra cleaning today and the patio and deck have been swept.  We’re ready.

It’s fun to do this once in a while.  Gathering our own produce and preparing it made me feel like a small farmer.  It’s a good feeling.

The temperature will be moderate and the sky clear.  A perfect evening to consider local and sustainable agriculture, but even more a perfect evening to entertain friends.

Mammoths Trek North

Lughnasa                          Waning Green Corn Moon

Today the Woolly Mammoths put themselves on the ancient trail to the north, a gathering of the herd happens here in Andover starting at 6:00 p.m. or so.  Kate has helped me with the meal the last two meetings, or, better, I have helped her help me.  The menu includes two brined and roasted free-range chickens.  It also includes potatoes from our garden with our parsley, roasted beets, turnips, and carrots, and possibly, tomato and onion salad from our garden.  I say possibly because three of our Cherokee Purples began to turn last Friday, all the rest of our tomato explosion are still green.  Kate will also make her signature dish, a rhubarb pudding.

I have to go out this morning and retrieve my new wedding ring from the jewelers so Vega, Kate, and I can have a small ceremony during the meeting blessing the new ring.  Then there’s a chain to get to keep Rigel out of the damned orchard.  Ice.  Bones to keep the big dogs happy during the meal.  The little things that have to get done before a large meal.

So, I’d better get to it.  Talk to you later.

Debrine and Chill

Lughnasa                                 Waning Green Corn Moon

Kate made banana bread and cut up vegetables.  I went to the grocery store and returned.  In the average year we may entertain non-family members once or at most twice, family sometimes 3 or 4 times.  We’re far away from the center of things here in Andover, true, but we’re not big entertainers or party goers in the first place.  Kate is comfortable cooking for guests while I’m not, so I’m glad to have her home.  We make a good team.

Tiger Woods is a competitive guy.  He chewed nails today when he made a couple of bad shots near the end of the PGA.  They ensured Ye Yang’s victory, the first Asian born PGA champion.  Tiger also said some bad words.

I have to go debrine the chickens and put them in gallon freezer bags with olive oil.  They’ll stay in the fridge over night.

A Quiet Sunday

Lughnasa                          Waxing Green Corn Moon

More potatoes fresh from the garden.  Have you ever dug potatoes?  It’s great fun, like hunting for buried treasure.

In addition to the potatoes with parsley I cooked up a stir fry of sorts of sauteed onions and garlic with fresh green beans and potato fruits cut in half, then simmered in white wine.

Sundays remain a day of rest for me.  My workouts are six days a week and Sunday is a complete rest day in regard to exercise.   I did get some weeding in, prepping the flower garden for the month of August.  Next it needs some mulch, wood chips rather than hay this time.

A busier week coming up in terms of away from home activities with the Woolly restaurant meeting, a meeting of the Sierra Club’s land use and transportation committee, a China tour and another public tour of Sin and Salvation.

Weekend

Spring          Waxing Flower Moon

Our bees came here from California so I hope they don’t suffer too much climate shock as the temperatures fall this week.  Lows will hit 35 or so midweek.  Right now, in fact, the temperature is only 42 at 10 a.m.

I grilled a turkey tenderloin last night on our inside gas grill, cooked up some whole wheat pasta served with a red sauce and cut up some tomatos and the last of our onions for a salad.  Kate had a milder day at work and so did not come home in distress as she often does on Saturdays.  She works from 9-5 every other Saturday and the number of hours, plus a lot of bending and twisting to see into small persons ears and mouths, not to mention the occasional superstrong 18 month old can tweak her neck to a bad place.

No outside work today.  I plan to move stuff for the great garage sale coming up this weekend.

A Green Miracle

Spring              Waning Seed Moon

The bee hives have a new coat of white sealer, a soothing color for them.  The raised bed on which I painted them has some tulips pushing up and the bed across from it have the garlic.  They’ve begun to wake up in force now so we’ll have the pleasure of garlic grown this year from garlic we grew last year.

We had chard for lunch today.  I thought about it a moment.  I took one chard seed and put it in a small rockwool cube late last fall or early winter.  It got water and light from the fluorescent bulb until it sprouted.  After the first tiny roots began to appear outside the confines of the small cube, it went into the clay growing medium, small balls of clay that absorb nutrient solution.

The seedling grew in the nutrient solution for several weeks as the roots spread out.  The nutrient solution comes in a bottle, concentrated and goes 3 tablespoons to two gallons of water.  What those roots and the chard plant leaves have to work with then is that nutrient solution and the light from a full spectrum second sun that glows above the plastic beds in which the liquid circulates.

The wonder in this is the transformation of that small seed, not bigger than the head of a pin, into food with only the inputs of light and some concentrated chemicals diluted in water.  I’m not sure why  you need water into wine when you can turn water into food, better for you anyhow.

Over the next month the outside work begins to grow and take up more time.  In our raised beds and the orchard this same miracle happens, changed only by the addition of soil.  Seeds into food.  Which in turn create more seeds so you can grow more food.  A green miracle.

Research, Writing, Meditation and Beef Broth

6  bar steady 30.24  0mph  SW  windchill 6   Samhain

Waning Gibbous Moon of Long Nights

I made a beef broth today.  Took four hours to cook.  Now it’s ready but I have not tasted it yet.  I’ll probably use it as a base for soups.161_beef_stock_p928.jpg

Blew the snow from last night around 1pm after the city plows had gone by.

Did some research on the issues central to the Sierra Clubs work at the legislature this year.  Home work assigned by me since I still don’t know the terrain very well.

Got back to working out today after two days of feeling crummy after two hours on my feet at the Russian Museum and a couple of hours sitting beside the freeway.  Felt good.

Tomorrow I can begin research, writing and meditation.  About time.  I hope I can keep it up right along.