tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320808032024-03-07T10:32:43.166-08:00Slow Food WaltzJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.comBlogger145125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-40795374944862278762012-05-29T17:09:00.002-07:002012-05-30T01:22:44.684-07:00<b>New food & new friends in Espana!!</b><br />
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It's night in Santiago, Spain and I've been here for a week. I"m running around with my friend Juan (Juancho) Antonio and his father Juan Antonio Sr. and Juancho's friend from Scotland, Iain. I'm eating my way through Santiago and exploring this town full of old beauty. Passageways between buildings open up
like seams you can slide through. The old part of town is made
mostly of stone which lets you hear the voices of Spaniards echoing as they
talk and walk the streets. It's truly a magical place.<br />
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People flock to Santiago on pilgrimages to see the great cathedral where it's believed the apostle James was buried. I've come for the friendship and food. Santiago is an off-the-radar foodie hotspot. A guy at the aeropuerto tells me the whole region of Galicia is famous for its rich agricultural treasures.The soil is beautiful and fertile, producing the best red bell peppers I've ever tasted (yummy like candy). Even the iceberg lettuce is better here. The bread is from heaven. Everything is cooked in olive oil, even the pastries have a lovely olive oil aftertaste. Santiago is not too far from the Northern coast of Spain, so seafood is king. The fish market in town is filled with the most unusual creatures from the sea, including octopus, inky squid, razor necked clams and fat fish of all shapes and sizes.<br />
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People hike from all over to Santiago. Some through France and Basque country, others cycle from Portugal. When they arrive in the Cathedral square, many lay on the stone ground and look up at the gorgeous cathedral. They walk in and smell the rosy incense and some take the sacrament from the priest. The reward for their journey. <br />
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When I arrived in Santiago, Spain, I was ravenous. I'd been eating the same fish and chips, chicken and chips, roasted goat and chicken and ugali in Africa for a month and I needed to baptize my palate in olive oil, Spanish cheeses and fresh veggies. <br />
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Galicia is known for its octopus! I'd hesitated buying this because I'd tried it several times in the U.S. and didn't like it, but Chef Miquel's octopus, steamed and served in a platter of Andalucian olive oil and sprinkled with sweet paprika was amazing. This octopus tastes like the pork of the sea, tender and fatty. Though I had octopus in Madrid at another place and it wasn't nearly as good.<br />
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I did eat octopus.. here's proof!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some of my friends in Spain: Matilde, beside me, lives in Spain but is native to Columbia. She taught me how to make empanadas. Her son German sits beside Juancho Antonio. We're eating a thick hot chocolate sauce with churros. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In Spain, people eat all night and into the morning. They get started eating tapas at 10 p.m. and then dinner at midnight and then move onto another eatery for more tapas where they eat and talk and eat until 3 a.m. or later. In Spain, they live to eat!! Below is another tradional appetizer in Spain, Padron peppers -- sweet, not hot-- pan-fried in olive oil and tossed with sea salt. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We went to the market and bought a round of creamy, farm-fresh goat
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's my new friend Iain, a divinity student at the university in Santiago who pal-ed around with us and kept us on our toes with his ideas about the nature of God, man's destiny and the art of eating squiggly things like octopus.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was a relief on the wall of my favorite church called Las Animas near the town center. There characters are almost three-dimensional and reach out to you as you view them. Santiago is rich in religious history.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is a view of Juan Antonio Senior from upstairs in his apartment after he's hung up his clothes to dry. I love how simple his family lives!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On the way back to the airport, I saw this bag and I loved the message on it. <br />
FOLLOW YOUR OWN STAR!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Goodbye beautiful Santiago; till we meet again!</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-83334716477495139642011-08-16T16:34:00.000-07:002011-08-23T11:31:14.629-07:00<strong>Here be Beer, Monks and Lotsa Sausage</strong>
<br />Mt. Angel, Oregon is a must-see!!
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<br /><strong>Tucked away in farm country east of Salem</strong>, Oregon, is an inconspicuous little German town called Mt Angel. It's a place settled by German pioneers in the 1800s, where you can be both "holy" (at the <a href="http://www.mountangelabbey.org/">Mt Angel Abbey</a>) and "wholly" devoted to sausage and beer at <a href="http://www.ropesausage.com/">Mt Angel Sausage Company</a>, the <a href="http://www.glockenspielrestaurant.net/">Glockenspiel Restaurant and Pub</a>, at the many local German-themed eateries and at Mt Angel's annual <a href="http://www.oktoberfest.org/">Oktoberfest</a>, coming up next month, on Sept 15th through the 18th. It's Oregon's largest folk festival. Took these <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jenaroundtown/sets/72157626000020716/">photos of the Oktoberfest </a>last year.
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<br /><strong>FYI:</strong> This year, the Glockenspiel plans to sell <a href="http://youtu.be/Y8b9EckGPx0">HOG WINGS</a> at the Oktoberfest (pork on a stick!) Stay tuned!
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<br /><strong>Here's a few photos that illustrate why Mt Angel, Oregon is a wonderful place to visit!</strong>
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<br /><strong>1) People are happy here!</strong> Happy to serve you beer in large quantities and local sausage. Here's Bretny Endicott hamming it up. She's a server at the Glockenspiel.
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<br /><strong>2) The servers at the Glockenspiel Restaurant and Pub wear lederhosen!</strong>
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<br /><strong>3) If it's German beer you like, you'll be in Heaven here.</strong>
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<br /><strong>4) The locals all know how to do the chicken dance!</strong> The lady behind the chicken and stein in this photo is Teresa Godon, supervisor for the Glockenspiel Restaurant and Pub. This restaurant has a magical Glockenspiel clock in front, that plays wonderful tunes and tells the story of the early pioneers who came to Mt. Angel.
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<br />And reading German aloud just makes you feel special. Try it!
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<br />Also, aren't German knick-knacks just cute!
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<br />And how about this sausage truck! Cute, again!
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<br /><strong>5) On the drive from Salem to Mt Angel, you might drive past this exquisite field of poppies.</strong>
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<br /><strong>6) While there, you are bound to meet a local celebrity.</strong> Here's Jim Hoke owner of Mt Angel Sausage Company and his wife Robin; Jim was just featured on the Food Network's episode of <a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/outrageous-food/index.html">Outrageous Food!</a>
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<br /><strong>7) You might meet another local celeb, Jerry Lauzon,</strong> public relations director for the Mt Angel Oktoberfest. Below is a video of Jerry singing a German tune and yodeling with his sweetheart!
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<br /><strong>8) Order as many delicious hand-stuffed sausages as you want!</strong>And you'll love the fries at Mt Angel Sausage Company.
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<br />9) <strong>Accordian music! </strong>This guy and his buddy play bass and accordian on the back patio of Mt Angel Sausage Company... fun summer dining.
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<br /><blockquote>After filling up with sausage, beer and fries, head over to the Mt. Angel Abbey, a Benedictine Monastery on a lovely hill overlooking the east side of Mt Angel.</blockquote>
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<br /><strong>10) You may run into Benedictine monks.</strong>
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<br /><strong>11) The chapel at the Mt Angel Abbey feels so European...</strong>if the chapel is empty, go ahead and sing a Gregorian chant there - the acoustics are divine!
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<br /><strong>12) In the Summer, attend the Abbey Bach Festival,</strong> listen to Bach then picnic outside with wine and sandwiches on the grass.
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<br /><strong>13) See a famous architectural gem: </strong>the <a href="http://www.mountangelabbey.org/library/architecture.html">Abbey Library </a>on the campus was designed by the Finnish architect Alvar Aalto.
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<br />If possible, take a tour with a monk, so you don't miss the details of the library, like how the bottom of these Aalto-designed chairs have a brand on it: the Abbey historically owned cattle and this symbol was their original brand. The Abbey houses one of the largest collections of <a href="http://www.mountangelabbey.org/library/aalto-furniture.htm">Alvar Aalto furniture in North America.</a> The arms and legs of the chair are formed out of a single piece of bent wood, shaped like an upside down U.
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<br />Enjoy! Auf Wiedersehen!
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<br />Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-91903328104944413042011-06-27T16:19:00.000-07:002011-10-20T15:33:00.143-07:00<strong>Day 17th- White Cake with Velvet Chocolate Frosting</strong><br /><br /><em>Sorry Gram, I got a little behind in blogging daily. Truth is, I spend all day at work online and like to unplug when I go home, so I'm trying to play catch-up. But I hear in Heaven you have no concept of time, so I'm sure you won't mind if I blog into July :)</em><br /><br />For Father's Day weekend, I joined forces with my sister Cara to make a one of Grandma's cakes! This white cake recipe is simple but delicious. <strong>White cake</strong> is one of the most easily adulterated cakes out there (lots just buy cake mixes) so when you get a good homemade version, it can be heavenly!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL-N7XuUa0_m6YQUIU6KudWDz5ixI2zFPLmWcskgSrvgooUoFvgP9CdcJYsNbHYuZ3LtuaIabiWAZW-qWW9w05nU39AuxCGsSCqLG5zVCGYeqSkzOH_06MGFKep8aOdqxtoVJ34A/s1600/White+cake+055.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL-N7XuUa0_m6YQUIU6KudWDz5ixI2zFPLmWcskgSrvgooUoFvgP9CdcJYsNbHYuZ3LtuaIabiWAZW-qWW9w05nU39AuxCGsSCqLG5zVCGYeqSkzOH_06MGFKep8aOdqxtoVJ34A/s400/White+cake+055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623051769477377234" /></a><br /><br />2/3 cup shortening (use oil for a lighter cake)<br />1 1/2 cups sugar<br />3 eggs<br />1 1/2 cups milk<br />1/2 tsp salt<br />1 tsp vanilla<br />3 cups sifter flour (for cake flour, substitute 2 Tblsp. cornstarch for flour in each cup.)<br />3 1/2 tsp baking powder<br /><br />Cream shortening and sugar until light and fluffy. Add eggs and beat thoroughly. Add milk to the bowl. Add dry ingredients and vanilla and mix on slow speed to blend. Turn to medium speed and beat till thoroughly mixed. Pour into 13 X 9 inch greased pan.<br /><br />Bake at 350 degrees for 40 minutes. Recipe perfected for 5,000 feet, adjust for your altitude.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNl0V25ftImncsRRMKJslkU4zLal7hoeGJ7A647aw6u6SytTMr6X2rkdAFqQKDf2bj8KvA0qxDtZ3vtsoMbxTKrHh_SWcU178k8tsNwW3JXgJqkbYfbjeM3i_cDRT1PyF3F4UQig/s1600/White+cake+030.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNl0V25ftImncsRRMKJslkU4zLal7hoeGJ7A647aw6u6SytTMr6X2rkdAFqQKDf2bj8KvA0qxDtZ3vtsoMbxTKrHh_SWcU178k8tsNwW3JXgJqkbYfbjeM3i_cDRT1PyF3F4UQig/s400/White+cake+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623050973070728962" /></a><br /><br /><em>My cute niece helped us cook... </em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM7bwCxtt-1WX0kHkMDsw5Axkbn-8m3ky8UNPiZruKN7kuKuCX1T_Ful7Xfa8gI0ZDWXH3m873yF445cux2b6gbX6u1-sZC9Ofk2_i4H2dvuPmu954lRvFw0p4ujyELulnVv_QAQ/s1600/White+cake+031.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM7bwCxtt-1WX0kHkMDsw5Axkbn-8m3ky8UNPiZruKN7kuKuCX1T_Ful7Xfa8gI0ZDWXH3m873yF445cux2b6gbX6u1-sZC9Ofk2_i4H2dvuPmu954lRvFw0p4ujyELulnVv_QAQ/s400/White+cake+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623050758019367778" /></a><br /><em>Cara's little family.</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPhnjZ4Fu32awhxSdFZ8ayT1WNCoBjO8na9lGPjnPF3nK4gWviqkRq87dfrquOnLftkF5N7AHDZCtspCUvM4H6ueniLP8vkOxFVe0MJJTBJhGgGznGcE3yjLiIbilfNZR03Xa2uA/s1600/White+cake+028.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPhnjZ4Fu32awhxSdFZ8ayT1WNCoBjO8na9lGPjnPF3nK4gWviqkRq87dfrquOnLftkF5N7AHDZCtspCUvM4H6ueniLP8vkOxFVe0MJJTBJhGgGznGcE3yjLiIbilfNZR03Xa2uA/s400/White+cake+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623050486276799074" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIUn_-ejvs_9URRE0i4wACuHW0u0UMUN27zp4WflLu0yRtwuZJVw27FEEk3U5KRkGxSMxgy5bMyweaMcznXNGqXzzKXzM24MGe9eSAAUwwSIH_X4H1LNiEV_3a-rKQF0PgVOYFTg/s1600/White+cake+027.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIUn_-ejvs_9URRE0i4wACuHW0u0UMUN27zp4WflLu0yRtwuZJVw27FEEk3U5KRkGxSMxgy5bMyweaMcznXNGqXzzKXzM24MGe9eSAAUwwSIH_X4H1LNiEV_3a-rKQF0PgVOYFTg/s400/White+cake+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623050825900248690" /></a><br /><br />Here's the batter! Yum!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiqqmk4P1pw9ctBC8O2Iim4eTpXG6FAASGU8nM1Rp8AeWqPHzioLB3fNZlW84fXc15izB13mREm27pDJKjTfKFIAlY2f7cXyLSAssBL20n6l2zuvWtFivYecSbGwVhA0FKgWyGxA/s1600/White+cake+050.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiqqmk4P1pw9ctBC8O2Iim4eTpXG6FAASGU8nM1Rp8AeWqPHzioLB3fNZlW84fXc15izB13mREm27pDJKjTfKFIAlY2f7cXyLSAssBL20n6l2zuvWtFivYecSbGwVhA0FKgWyGxA/s400/White+cake+050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623051273669257138" /></a><br /><br /><strong><br />Velvet Chocolate Frosting:</strong><br /><br />6 oz your fav. chocolate chips<br />1/4 cup butter<br />1/2 cup sourcream<br />1 tsp. vanialla<br />dash of salt<br />powdered sugar<br /><br />Melt chocolate and butter over hot (not boiling) water. Remove from heat. Add sour cream, vanilla, and salt and blend in. While beating, add enough powered sugar to make a spreading consistency.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwLsoL59CXnXoWaUOPyQJyC490rwWPUJEt6bsOW32-LACZc-07IavP8_Sda8QQiQkK-BV5jHNv3-r2DiMc_S3vcOYm-Xu6pVS9yE5GcjTAzIj2PHrSvQV6peGyvaVpleZTmRpWfA/s1600/White+cake+035.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwLsoL59CXnXoWaUOPyQJyC490rwWPUJEt6bsOW32-LACZc-07IavP8_Sda8QQiQkK-BV5jHNv3-r2DiMc_S3vcOYm-Xu6pVS9yE5GcjTAzIj2PHrSvQV6peGyvaVpleZTmRpWfA/s400/White+cake+035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623051912718886002" /></a><br />Chocolate chips melted in butter my sister made from her neighbor's cow's milk.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPpTHwYUHzD7kbR3_NITDkdF4Yo4qKnbUaxyEZMcDV6Vg0wEcyKmTyeTIiJW3vLikZBNWgzA2pN3i6V4yUHMyVFr3cT3sU29huPSWL6bN69zythhjHcKQ01b61wZ4faiYezfk-Jg/s1600/White+cake+041.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPpTHwYUHzD7kbR3_NITDkdF4Yo4qKnbUaxyEZMcDV6Vg0wEcyKmTyeTIiJW3vLikZBNWgzA2pN3i6V4yUHMyVFr3cT3sU29huPSWL6bN69zythhjHcKQ01b61wZ4faiYezfk-Jg/s400/White+cake+041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623051460659312578" /></a><br />Chocolate frosting<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYRu8rj1dCPwXmzNCyiEIopCHHRw8RO2PqahyCkQvMac4EL4POV3AuTA6FrA4PUoSflnZvn4loqj-y7QmVSoVObgdU-34IrtO4_aM8sR9cLOzuCs1P-cEIB28xZBIyfg8tNZ-Jkw/s1600/White+cake+040.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYRu8rj1dCPwXmzNCyiEIopCHHRw8RO2PqahyCkQvMac4EL4POV3AuTA6FrA4PUoSflnZvn4loqj-y7QmVSoVObgdU-34IrtO4_aM8sR9cLOzuCs1P-cEIB28xZBIyfg8tNZ-Jkw/s400/White+cake+040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623052218494460370" /></a><br />Cara's daughter... the drama queen herself!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi75eLG7RxZLioZlNTl-ozMkjG1pfposfZUIIlL0zosEg5bioXkOPXM1gcfr82MB4gyi3EPi-tMpNtnAQiQFZieYIzsggTjhWL6bjSSmaM_UBijNdupDSscv47p5T9pdZC66M22lA/s1600/White+cake+043.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi75eLG7RxZLioZlNTl-ozMkjG1pfposfZUIIlL0zosEg5bioXkOPXM1gcfr82MB4gyi3EPi-tMpNtnAQiQFZieYIzsggTjhWL6bjSSmaM_UBijNdupDSscv47p5T9pdZC66M22lA/s400/White+cake+043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623052353922274994" /></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-51132698929694391472011-06-16T18:39:00.001-07:002011-06-16T19:14:41.862-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Day 16: </span><span style="font-weight:bold;">Stuffed Pork chops</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">My cousin Pam Hepworth is at it again, cooking grandma's stuffed porkchops! Enjoy!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIao5A_ctm0pslTWgN82fqI5HPxI0IdvwSXqQxCs82skMKLGT1jDqJhpViSNMDgqZQ5IEeYBk6G40xkrVns8cwa_YNuX6LTFqO2Zc3mXq9vi-AncHupVjBXaOKuM0e55kptY1bTQ/s1600/g.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 205px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIao5A_ctm0pslTWgN82fqI5HPxI0IdvwSXqQxCs82skMKLGT1jDqJhpViSNMDgqZQ5IEeYBk6G40xkrVns8cwa_YNuX6LTFqO2Zc3mXq9vi-AncHupVjBXaOKuM0e55kptY1bTQ/s400/g.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618998095254854434" /></a><br /><br />4 double-thick chops. Cut a pocket in the fat side.<br />1/4 c. chopped onion<br />1 c. chopped celery<br />1/4 c/. butter<br />6 slices bread, crumbled<br />1/3 c. chopped green pepper<br />1 tsp. salt<br />1/4 tsp. pepper<br />1 tsp sage<br />1/4 tsp poultry seasoning<br />1/3 cup water<br /><br />Saute veggies in butter, combine with crumbs and seasonings. Fill each pork chop with 1/4 c stuffing. Add 1/3 c. more water to rest of stuffing and bake in buttered, covered casserole dish. Bake chops, after browning in a skillet, in 350 degree oven for 1 hour. Fasten edges of chops with chopsticks.<br /> <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">CHEF OF THE DAY: Pam Skoy Hepworth</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I love pork chops and I love stuffing-</span>- so of course this is a favorite recipe of mine. I haven't made it in years, so I jumped at the chance to make this dish again. It was much easier than I remembered--most likely because I actually took the time to sharpen my knife before slicing into the chops (I'll spare you the horror story of my prior attempts to make the pork pockets with an embarrasingly dull dud of a knife no doubt inherited from my mom before it could be donated to the DI). However, the entire process did take me longer than I recalled. For me the time-takers came in the form of shredding quite a bit of bread (unless your bread is already dry and crumbly), making my own poultry seasoning because I couldn't find the nearly full container I have somewhere in the house, AND the hour of baking after everything is combined, stuffed and browned.<br /> <br />My advice would be to tackle this recipe when you have plenty of time to enjoy the process, or take the recipe in parts and make the stuffing the night before (minus the broth--you can add that just before stuffing the pork).<br /> <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Green Bean and Mushroom Medley</span><br /> <br />This combination of vegetables is not only easy peasy to make, but really makes your ordinary, dull can of green beans stand up and act fancy. I didn't have waterchestnuts and didn't use bacon to garnish the top of the beans (since I was serving it with the pork chops), but the dish was yum, even without those items. <br /> <br />My food storage is over-laden with canned green beans, so I chose to use canned over fresh beans. Later this summer, when green beans are in season, I'll make this again with fresh beans, which will, of course, make it even better.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicpgl3yQXxHqQeI9J9lCHDPRxghynvhJKya0Hn4n3WAzhcPVIoU_OXGLybBNGxsF0cNlciCPoUmW5zMthkvglsw4xfc9HlYo9yO66vynhTDgIxCTfX34ygTYoEydznIgwCi9jQpA/s1600/a.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 205px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicpgl3yQXxHqQeI9J9lCHDPRxghynvhJKya0Hn4n3WAzhcPVIoU_OXGLybBNGxsF0cNlciCPoUmW5zMthkvglsw4xfc9HlYo9yO66vynhTDgIxCTfX34ygTYoEydznIgwCi9jQpA/s400/a.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619000963709110434" /></a><br />Stuffed pork chops, green bean mushroom medley and some extra stuffing. You could add gravy, but why???<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg6zBuzpN0sNnTmpbQiP1HJhrFLJeuaCBZ24yhTLcrr-ku5XJOBsn-DTumDUsD6eWjL77sgMG9hyphenhyphenFPC5HNSXxqx1rK9U6Dbn-xI6iT2uXoGf1vVAA3eSwSTFH3zZwt-tUMY9EKIg/s1600/b.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 205px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg6zBuzpN0sNnTmpbQiP1HJhrFLJeuaCBZ24yhTLcrr-ku5XJOBsn-DTumDUsD6eWjL77sgMG9hyphenhyphenFPC5HNSXxqx1rK9U6Dbn-xI6iT2uXoGf1vVAA3eSwSTFH3zZwt-tUMY9EKIg/s400/b.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619001153078298546" /></a><br />Green beans and mushrooms cook up first; then add the green onions and waterchestnuts to the pan a few minutes before serving. So easy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdCpjbML36eELPB-UUEfG7Odkm5qN5SLkGp3d6wdNJttlSn7aFOAB6Fwacc_IkHjFXA1n1QPY6Og9cHxK08og_vaVm0I21-UZ00fXjrcvhu-A3N78YGjoJq0ta-5eFHUVZJzeqfw/s1600/c.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 205px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdCpjbML36eELPB-UUEfG7Odkm5qN5SLkGp3d6wdNJttlSn7aFOAB6Fwacc_IkHjFXA1n1QPY6Og9cHxK08og_vaVm0I21-UZ00fXjrcvhu-A3N78YGjoJq0ta-5eFHUVZJzeqfw/s400/c.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619001353749260994" /></a><br />A side view (less scary view) of the finished stuffed pork chops.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUVpNsvtgzozIBhESbu9U4QaLlX9LQRayaKWSUL6FMSEXyPQWhU3SzGc5njva1sOHO88_xVTrbzVP7abGNgjAYkrcLSojxKKWxHx8onI29c_C9YTc48anY7Hf8e1JUeYMDWuRgWg/s1600/d.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 205px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUVpNsvtgzozIBhESbu9U4QaLlX9LQRayaKWSUL6FMSEXyPQWhU3SzGc5njva1sOHO88_xVTrbzVP7abGNgjAYkrcLSojxKKWxHx8onI29c_C9YTc48anY7Hf8e1JUeYMDWuRgWg/s400/d.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618998254518557346" /></a><br />Cutting the pocket into the chop was actually easier than I thought it would be. Of course I sharpened my knife first.......<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii2TIX175c3tIKbX9hJOWbWK_WXRd8MxoJNXoZp6pyHX7SRgH91_hSAihzby_Pq-6AbsfJv5TZpeYOVocMv-6NQu1V0T433NWVT4h3RiIHAr9mgPDsOff-Oe3FkBa0FoNS_kQafA/s1600/e.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 205px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii2TIX175c3tIKbX9hJOWbWK_WXRd8MxoJNXoZp6pyHX7SRgH91_hSAihzby_Pq-6AbsfJv5TZpeYOVocMv-6NQu1V0T433NWVT4h3RiIHAr9mgPDsOff-Oe3FkBa0FoNS_kQafA/s400/e.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619000637412064978" /></a><br />Smart phones are so handy in the kitchen when you need to look up the recipe for poultry seasoning.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG_I3y7gN-ux1nX_gR1bqquFVFq9Iubh_LAN3x5LOr7TnUUetQUgAJE5anU8k-nLM7QMnTQllYBc7ylbVI5smih147M7Keaoyw5t4R5fXm5dwnMbACmS0IxJaIhNpV27vFZ6CX5g/s1600/f.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 205px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG_I3y7gN-ux1nX_gR1bqquFVFq9Iubh_LAN3x5LOr7TnUUetQUgAJE5anU8k-nLM7QMnTQllYBc7ylbVI5smih147M7Keaoyw5t4R5fXm5dwnMbACmS0IxJaIhNpV27vFZ6CX5g/s400/f.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618997590974494818" /></a><br />My bread was pretty fresh and squishy, so I toasted it in the oven until it was slightly browned, hoping to save the stuffing from becoming a dense mass of bread and veggies and maybe adding a toasty flavor dimension to it all. It worked!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIao5A_ctm0pslTWgN82fqI5HPxI0IdvwSXqQxCs82skMKLGT1jDqJhpViSNMDgqZQ5IEeYBk6G40xkrVns8cwa_YNuX6LTFqO2Zc3mXq9vi-AncHupVjBXaOKuM0e55kptY1bTQ/s1600/g.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 205px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIao5A_ctm0pslTWgN82fqI5HPxI0IdvwSXqQxCs82skMKLGT1jDqJhpViSNMDgqZQ5IEeYBk6G40xkrVns8cwa_YNuX6LTFqO2Zc3mXq9vi-AncHupVjBXaOKuM0e55kptY1bTQ/s400/g.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618998095254854434" /></a><br />Stuffed and browned chops, ready to go in the oven, looking very much like scary, wide-mouthed sea monster grins in mid-chew.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-12244249954346174322011-06-10T17:45:00.001-07:002011-06-16T11:21:04.471-07:00<strong>Day 10- Scalloped Asparagus</strong><br /><br /><em>Loved this recipe of Grams! Fresh ingredients; simple recipe. Try it!</em><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtUfKZDpPOZu3imJBVvGYNOZ5iCJfeAf4jvTot9BPybJXlozak81WR2IPX1BJPIjmzPEVhIBZoreVU1vkQVhaNxCjkksLMbJk1365dm2ihm6DpNcvZKYZ4i0VQf4E55TWBcMUjzw/s1600/Asparagus+045.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtUfKZDpPOZu3imJBVvGYNOZ5iCJfeAf4jvTot9BPybJXlozak81WR2IPX1BJPIjmzPEVhIBZoreVU1vkQVhaNxCjkksLMbJk1365dm2ihm6DpNcvZKYZ4i0VQf4E55TWBcMUjzw/s400/Asparagus+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617179025965028242" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGH3I7HlJbclRttXzXTmqyTviTsWtJovvNiBpTJl3zj98F5gcTifMr2ZtBmedTxhZEUPi96hbNDX2oMig0hnYPw_foT4laWUKnJzgOvOcZj8w8h93TUOSo1Gin3m2Jvzd1rkVyPg/s1600/Asparagus+006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGH3I7HlJbclRttXzXTmqyTviTsWtJovvNiBpTJl3zj98F5gcTifMr2ZtBmedTxhZEUPi96hbNDX2oMig0hnYPw_foT4laWUKnJzgOvOcZj8w8h93TUOSo1Gin3m2Jvzd1rkVyPg/s400/Asparagus+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617178089117624418" /></a><br /><br />One large bunch of asparagus- steamed<br />3 hard-boiled eggs<br />sourdough bread (crumbed up into pieces)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSbWEwqC99fM-yFpPNbDt-LUzqMW6qNdjUSEBQCs2yoLLfAgEoW6rSeSMcR3O825amfdy1s3PXnhcRrtvigxmuMhyphenhyphen2ego3yTP4m624HsO9g3QTGrvm0nfJroSjeOiDStlKQOlVoQ/s1600/Asparagus+011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSbWEwqC99fM-yFpPNbDt-LUzqMW6qNdjUSEBQCs2yoLLfAgEoW6rSeSMcR3O825amfdy1s3PXnhcRrtvigxmuMhyphenhyphen2ego3yTP4m624HsO9g3QTGrvm0nfJroSjeOiDStlKQOlVoQ/s400/Asparagus+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617179664500398306" /></a><br /><br />White Sauce<br /><br />1/4 cup butter<br />1/4 flour<br />2 cups milk<br />1/2 tps. salt<br />(my addition) 1/4 cup riesling <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr-VU7IdxKboxX-k6i8gqRE0h0pN6zVa_FbENWy4ckfz8FWtX64sU0i_rNOwFi14w9mTKhX0NZRP1Zk-HEWUg4Ih22AXLQwlXsfkt3dbkfuuCVkCI-IQsb0RNNgDE0IhPTsG9YTg/s1600/Asparagus+014.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr-VU7IdxKboxX-k6i8gqRE0h0pN6zVa_FbENWy4ckfz8FWtX64sU0i_rNOwFi14w9mTKhX0NZRP1Zk-HEWUg4Ih22AXLQwlXsfkt3dbkfuuCVkCI-IQsb0RNNgDE0IhPTsG9YTg/s400/Asparagus+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617178850013434914" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7yvX1WIer_loki9LqlpNng4Ixg517GXqRmxIxd4X_XWXNBufWNXznq_djuAe_V_2YZHfs0TVIaWSo80fX2hztBTXzrxroelS1ago1rwNh80gPmK-An9MtrohU3U26-ENQu_BGrg/s1600/Asparagus+021.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7yvX1WIer_loki9LqlpNng4Ixg517GXqRmxIxd4X_XWXNBufWNXznq_djuAe_V_2YZHfs0TVIaWSo80fX2hztBTXzrxroelS1ago1rwNh80gPmK-An9MtrohU3U26-ENQu_BGrg/s400/Asparagus+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617179854517983746" /></a><br /><br />1 1/2 cups of cheese (I used drunken goat cheese, but grandma recommends cheddar cheese)<br /><br />Steam asparagus, make cream sauce. <br /><br />Layer asparagus, slices of eggs, cream sauce and grate cheese. Create another layer. Cover with torn-up pieces of bread (use good bread... like sourdough) and then drizzled on 1/4 cup melted butter over top and cook!<br /><br />Cook at 350 till the bread crumbs are brown... about 12 minutes.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaDNOeFT4-e_5jArCr8xDiQGp7Gm9cDJVjTMoSsWonKSWRCNhimnDQiFVXS2PYXPp4jhRKDcJ5K8M_hGgbGAsQG-ghTVSuO-mG-S8pu_vCYufdnDmL96x4SWvl3ofkfF-Qi8dS_Q/s1600/Asparagus+035.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaDNOeFT4-e_5jArCr8xDiQGp7Gm9cDJVjTMoSsWonKSWRCNhimnDQiFVXS2PYXPp4jhRKDcJ5K8M_hGgbGAsQG-ghTVSuO-mG-S8pu_vCYufdnDmL96x4SWvl3ofkfF-Qi8dS_Q/s400/Asparagus+035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617180075930488898" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPqJLaTOtRlZoQkQ1u0-20HWocTM6m3cbdVjYCMc2xhBNpEOxPYp_LEkUym9ACV1PtJHYDqpd6auiPLaC8z1VnUWrwvyGBeegSN20jkyeQzs-CTbT2oNz67hCLCeqnKEMzv5Soug/s1600/Asparagus+043.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPqJLaTOtRlZoQkQ1u0-20HWocTM6m3cbdVjYCMc2xhBNpEOxPYp_LEkUym9ACV1PtJHYDqpd6auiPLaC8z1VnUWrwvyGBeegSN20jkyeQzs-CTbT2oNz67hCLCeqnKEMzv5Soug/s400/Asparagus+043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617181381330374402" /></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-27618531789341790422011-06-08T15:45:00.001-07:002011-06-09T18:40:30.731-07:00<strong>Day 8- Diving into Gram's Chicken Divan - 12 minutes to a delicious dish for hungry, mungry bikers!</strong><br /><br /><em>My cousin Pam Skoy Hepworth (cutest new newlywed in the Skoy gang) and her husband Kent document their adventures with Grandma's Chicken Divan after a killer bike ride one evening in Salt Lake City.</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwe2FZrgPZbGE084-ynczXwGyfqP1bFQK3sZwAg-64y3Bu9p1p4ClgLFL8PY27IS6ApNwaqk7y9q2rNfPfUA8Ik6nnqUoiD_vAu2ZZ1PyDX2OtQAp7NFQM53gwCNsa5lky_9OvOA/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616389565244886786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwe2FZrgPZbGE084-ynczXwGyfqP1bFQK3sZwAg-64y3Bu9p1p4ClgLFL8PY27IS6ApNwaqk7y9q2rNfPfUA8Ik6nnqUoiD_vAu2ZZ1PyDX2OtQAp7NFQM53gwCNsa5lky_9OvOA/s400/1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Recipe:</strong><br />1-2 and 1/2 lb. chicken<br />2 c. water<br />1 tsp. salt<br /><br />1 bunch broccoli<br />2 T. butter<br /><br />3 T. flour<br />2 c. chicken broth (from the above; add milk to make 2 c. if you have less than 2 c. after cooking the chicken (you will))<br /><br />salt and pepper<br /><br />2 T. sherry<br />Parmesan cheese<br /><br /><strong>Simmer chicken</strong> in water and salt until cooked through. Remove meat. Save broth for sauce.<br /><br /><strong>Cook broccoli until tender crisp.</strong> Drain and layer in a shallow, buttered baking dish. Slice chicken and lay on top of broccoli.<br /><br /><strong>Melt butter,</strong> stir in flour and add broth. Cook and stir sauce until thickened. Add salt, pepper and sherry. Cover chicken and broccoli with sauce. Sprinkle with cheese and bake in 400 degree oven for 12 minutes.<br /><br />************<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip1lC33N2XGUkiIqN2fINvCjJ45QHMbtXBWKgVqdcd1kcxx0xcBxqen5nFLsTUafw0fo7aKl4pJOYlWUY7KNnLo6_LmCq-c5ri0lNAnxsa802RBF6V8fo9vZBMX0Mp0Tl80o2bQQ/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616389638093562242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip1lC33N2XGUkiIqN2fINvCjJ45QHMbtXBWKgVqdcd1kcxx0xcBxqen5nFLsTUafw0fo7aKl4pJOYlWUY7KNnLo6_LmCq-c5ri0lNAnxsa802RBF6V8fo9vZBMX0Mp0Tl80o2bQQ/s400/2.jpg" /></a><br /><strong>Hungry riders </strong>– We didn’t take time to make a side dish, we just heaped all that divan on our plates and devoured it! Delicious and perfect for a recovery meal! (Note the cool helmet hairdo--so stylish!)<br /><br /><strong>Jenie's cousin, Pam, here. Last evening my husband Kent and I took a killer ride on our road bikes</strong> and before we even finished the ride we both had a huge hunger fit,closely followed by some serious fatigue, both of which can only be satiated by lots and lots of food.<br /><br />When we finally made it home we immediately headed for the refrigerator and sadly, not much was ready and waiting to be consumed. We had some chicken, so I thought I'd cook that up quick-like. But there was my Grandma's cookbook on the counter, and although I hadn’t planned to cook from her cookbook that night and had already selected several other dishes to cook this month for Jenie's "3o Days of June", I thought maybe I could find something easy that included chicken for a quick supper for two hungry mungry bikers.<br /><br /><strong>I was right! What I found was Chicken Divan. </strong>I quickly scanned the recipe and I had the main ingredients: chicken and broccoli. PLUS, the cook time in the oven was only 12 minutes. We could wait 12 minutes! Sold! I yelled to Kent, "grab the camera!" We were going to accomplish two things at once: feeding our hungry selves, and adding to Jenie’s blog.<br /><br />Admittedly, if we hadn't been trying to photograph the process of this recipe, it would have come together quicker, but it was still quick and easy overall.<br /><br /><em>Special thanks to Kent, the brilliant food photographer — even in his distracted state of hunger he made it all look Yum!</em><br /><br />I guess this post and this meal probably don’t constitute real slow food, but in memory of Grandma and because of Jen’s June campaign, the two chicken breasts in my fridge didn’t end up on the grill (i.e. charred and dry, because sadly, that’s how I grill), instead they turned into something wonderful, flavorful and memorable. <strong>A good reminder that slowing down really does make everything better—especially food!</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlmzc5xzKcqCwFI92Lx1xHrFImeAnsRTAgXmmizsOh3Bc1Q_VQd4tRG7HXujXg2wzmG1AWuIP6b2tk4pSA2lDHm4Y2-KkLpXw_ZY8T7Pmg61AMAi00VOTWPEx9z4AZy6Uu-04dng/s1600/14.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616389440880119650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlmzc5xzKcqCwFI92Lx1xHrFImeAnsRTAgXmmizsOh3Bc1Q_VQd4tRG7HXujXg2wzmG1AWuIP6b2tk4pSA2lDHm4Y2-KkLpXw_ZY8T7Pmg61AMAi00VOTWPEx9z4AZy6Uu-04dng/s400/14.jpg" /></a><br /><strong>Broccoli - </strong>The best part of cooking broccoli is watching it turn this beautiful shade of green. Pretty!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipPsCDVuUs8p0gfIemZqt23MCfMFJj0uVaCq1UWPU5kJ72P24vB2osBcDNBxpOy0IzVtz_dAR3nugV30djYoLyhJbuWLvHSotMuucMDm4fEhzEpl1u3jEWMegBbZaQKWim2nQ5mQ/s1600/11.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616393253268965442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipPsCDVuUs8p0gfIemZqt23MCfMFJj0uVaCq1UWPU5kJ72P24vB2osBcDNBxpOy0IzVtz_dAR3nugV30djYoLyhJbuWLvHSotMuucMDm4fEhzEpl1u3jEWMegBbZaQKWim2nQ5mQ/s400/11.jpg" /></a><br /><strong>Chicken slices </strong>– We only had two chicken breasts, so that’s what went into this dish. There was plenty, even for two famished bikers.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU7vBYfL4SgYZKeFB5H0AJXbbW4hMJqqhM3MjIosbmm47HB470y1xBUJhYh1GcQJ3tbgEzlkXPn8xZ4bpF5jnmGeu5t4fgnKLAaHjpFInnXo1qPlg3oHNMepXUYoBcI6ICQzS05g/s1600/13.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616393762220048306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU7vBYfL4SgYZKeFB5H0AJXbbW4hMJqqhM3MjIosbmm47HB470y1xBUJhYh1GcQJ3tbgEzlkXPn8xZ4bpF5jnmGeu5t4fgnKLAaHjpFInnXo1qPlg3oHNMepXUYoBcI6ICQzS05g/s400/13.jpg" /></a><br /><strong>Butter the dish </strong>– Note the special buttering placemat. Thanks for making everything look better than reality Babe!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOby00wLWdMEHBtKxHtk7TLrqaJlxxs_BidMI95lIk0z39mCBuJfRnQsYefXIlJM58h7CVIZ5LpRibpmBwM662GRueLC2U8D076jbAmEUZuBmx90IRrdEaH2NXJRoKql0bbcWRkQ/s1600/10.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616393015130887890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOby00wLWdMEHBtKxHtk7TLrqaJlxxs_BidMI95lIk0z39mCBuJfRnQsYefXIlJM58h7CVIZ5LpRibpmBwM662GRueLC2U8D076jbAmEUZuBmx90IRrdEaH2NXJRoKql0bbcWRkQ/s400/10.jpg" /></a><br /><strong>Arranging – </strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI_uw7-TNj7pu0yOYHlNP2ookmBg_DcdklUgcvTXcLl3pZUtm69Jzw7yYrj7atW9_AIFr56YWmlEzrTvWwtbolxlNusta6nk5MOIlHoyTuSvQNXzxtX5qbALoICYlG8f0-mwaJOw/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616392574793548274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI_uw7-TNj7pu0yOYHlNP2ookmBg_DcdklUgcvTXcLl3pZUtm69Jzw7yYrj7atW9_AIFr56YWmlEzrTvWwtbolxlNusta6nk5MOIlHoyTuSvQNXzxtX5qbALoICYlG8f0-mwaJOw/s400/9.jpg" /></a><br /><strong>Melting butter - </strong>And now for the white sauce. Melt your butter and enjoy the aroma while you’re at it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhah6eiQzOUZ0PqgTNPXldYUGf80dr6z5EcpV9tOyEC3SSjT1vN1VGKRJMiV8nBZ-a_NAbtWDEjBlHigSpDWBgoNwhG87DGH-pU9wzR1te7Q0jzY8ML-3Sjs99OUWcvaHOX7sotZw/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616392144346619170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhah6eiQzOUZ0PqgTNPXldYUGf80dr6z5EcpV9tOyEC3SSjT1vN1VGKRJMiV8nBZ-a_NAbtWDEjBlHigSpDWBgoNwhG87DGH-pU9wzR1te7Q0jzY8ML-3Sjs99OUWcvaHOX7sotZw/s400/8.jpg" /></a><br /><strong>Roux –</strong> Add the flour.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirq3UJIWKfieusJE66yela3dRXiNyh6XfAVrvzsyUmp6wLDR8V3ayvHXc4Eg5bl3gtTAtsvIBhvPDVqhrANG3XaAwYTvsKqTKfW3BKk3UhjkWfGbGMl6EDwhZKV2lWe_67oTDtdA/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616391129820982386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirq3UJIWKfieusJE66yela3dRXiNyh6XfAVrvzsyUmp6wLDR8V3ayvHXc4Eg5bl3gtTAtsvIBhvPDVqhrANG3XaAwYTvsKqTKfW3BKk3UhjkWfGbGMl6EDwhZKV2lWe_67oTDtdA/s400/7.jpg" /></a><br /><strong>White sauce </strong>– Add broth, salt, pepper and sherry. (Or, as in our case, some white wine because apparently all the sherry in the house is gone, gone, gone.) The wine—and I’m sure the sherry—add a nice flavor to the white sauce and I’m pretty sure I’ll be adding it to all my white sauces from now on. Thanks for the tip Gram!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp1FJDL-OiWWKkkgZx594Z2MvSM0xjjarE3XSCvJ4F4GP7KSTmM83wi-DtO4o5_Y1CP5dTp_7VisH94wtqRtb2cp3Whj_5Aw0Bf5Dsh_7LP7cSIcgTNpRv2Wx6C3os35b3s6xygg/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616390033888664002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp1FJDL-OiWWKkkgZx594Z2MvSM0xjjarE3XSCvJ4F4GP7KSTmM83wi-DtO4o5_Y1CP5dTp_7VisH94wtqRtb2cp3Whj_5Aw0Bf5Dsh_7LP7cSIcgTNpRv2Wx6C3os35b3s6xygg/s400/5.jpg" /></a><br /><strong>Divan with sauce - </strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoey5-kTrROTqv2j0Cl7T6uY1pbJJ3FHD7YZbcHwZSWu0aaEVsk6UInM-toCkVZ4awGwlCfxyRB9dguVKjuQanjgI6q7HSDNj3-HTkAByT5b9spieFy1U_yi9_cQo0pTeJ7RxPLQ/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616389730346858274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoey5-kTrROTqv2j0Cl7T6uY1pbJJ3FHD7YZbcHwZSWu0aaEVsk6UInM-toCkVZ4awGwlCfxyRB9dguVKjuQanjgI6q7HSDNj3-HTkAByT5b9spieFy1U_yi9_cQo0pTeJ7RxPLQ/s400/3.jpg" /></a><br /><strong>Add cheese –</strong> I didn’t read the recipe very closely, so I didn’t realize we needed Parmesan until about this point. We didn’t have any Parmesan cheese, but fortunately it is my creed that everything is better with cheese, so while we didn’t have Parmesan in the cheese drawer (yes, we have a drawer in the refrigerator dedicated to cheeses of all kinds), we had another lovely hard cheese called Dejong something or other, which is a pungent and flavorful Dutch cheese, and it worked really well too.<br /><br /><strong>Voila –</strong> And 12 minutes later here is the finished product. Beautiful!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwe2FZrgPZbGE084-ynczXwGyfqP1bFQK3sZwAg-64y3Bu9p1p4ClgLFL8PY27IS6ApNwaqk7y9q2rNfPfUA8Ik6nnqUoiD_vAu2ZZ1PyDX2OtQAp7NFQM53gwCNsa5lky_9OvOA/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616389565244886786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwe2FZrgPZbGE084-ynczXwGyfqP1bFQK3sZwAg-64y3Bu9p1p4ClgLFL8PY27IS6ApNwaqk7y9q2rNfPfUA8Ik6nnqUoiD_vAu2ZZ1PyDX2OtQAp7NFQM53gwCNsa5lky_9OvOA/s400/1.jpg" /></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-27724349747410146562011-06-05T20:36:00.001-07:002011-06-06T12:26:02.442-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Day 5- Oatmeal Coconut Cookies (with Oregon Fireweed Honey)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">My grandmother was a bit of a health nut. Her cookbook features several recipes using whole wheat flour and I recall my Dad's tales of all the crazy things she tried to feed him in the name of good health, including hiding egg shells in his food. In this vein, I thought I'd tweak granny's recipe just a bit to make it healthier. I added nuts, replaced 1 cup of sugar with fireweed honey and added dried fruit to these cookies. The combo worked wonderfully!</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZwLBYTJ3C0V9KuyZeDe8bSbWGDshyznhp7Yud-s_igyZCwKq74hES6QQyFgBjrfZ7PWIV4DSD3G4j7yoWqAU-csiEbmA2APUuDKaNlQrRcAaBI3otUGCy4d0JjxJgSkM0NiR-kQ/s1600/IMG_1693.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZwLBYTJ3C0V9KuyZeDe8bSbWGDshyznhp7Yud-s_igyZCwKq74hES6QQyFgBjrfZ7PWIV4DSD3G4j7yoWqAU-csiEbmA2APUuDKaNlQrRcAaBI3otUGCy4d0JjxJgSkM0NiR-kQ/s400/IMG_1693.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614931693533099618" /></a><br /><br />3/4 c. butter<br />2 cups brown sugar (I used 1 cup of br sugar and 1 cup of honey- if you use honey, add 1/4 more flour)<br />2 eggs, well-beaten<br />2 cups oatmeal<br />1 tsp. vanilla<br />1 cup coconut<br />2 cups flour<br />1 tsp.<br />1 tsp. soda<br /><br />(Optional: 1/2 cup of sliced almonds or other nuts... or add dried prunes, date or dried cherries!)<br /><br />Cream butter and sugar; add eggs and beat well. Mix soda and baking powder into flour and add. Shape into balls and dip into sugar. Palce, sugar-side up, on a cookie sheet- press down with fork.<br /><br />Bake in 350 degree oven for 12-15 minutes.<br /><br />I love this recipe especially using 1 cup of <span style="font-weight:bold;">honey</span> to replace one of the cups of brown sugar and <span style="font-weight:bold;">dried fruit</span>. I love how these cookies fluff up in the over and get crispy and sugary on the edges. For softer cookies, cook them 12 minutes and for browner crispier cookies, cook for more like 14 min.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPhKjmQYuvcLBlm8g46I1ZgsoDSMngyBmxpPlOkIJA28d5cpelgDxo2kH-4o_tC5BM9QQUbwGpTPYyt0HfZESzPH08uLG6bgHdt_f7IhIoRFi7UeZsbfJsgD5_0dQeDQ6chjKpYA/s1600/IMG_1673.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPhKjmQYuvcLBlm8g46I1ZgsoDSMngyBmxpPlOkIJA28d5cpelgDxo2kH-4o_tC5BM9QQUbwGpTPYyt0HfZESzPH08uLG6bgHdt_f7IhIoRFi7UeZsbfJsgD5_0dQeDQ6chjKpYA/s400/IMG_1673.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614937884078619874" /></a><br />I used Oregon fireweed honey.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf1SqNL14KLsXZtIh1UJlaXbQBe7X72a5AuoTjzoU1TA9q7UEp0_FoB9e6FE3NtPpvg__wsd_66y1nPUJdhZrGArTG9hO-C5UqkswJVLdncIK6Ong-H7_aMRQEzu9wqr1XTQcFew/s1600/IMG_1674.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf1SqNL14KLsXZtIh1UJlaXbQBe7X72a5AuoTjzoU1TA9q7UEp0_FoB9e6FE3NtPpvg__wsd_66y1nPUJdhZrGArTG9hO-C5UqkswJVLdncIK6Ong-H7_aMRQEzu9wqr1XTQcFew/s400/IMG_1674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614934202786362578" /></a><br />Coconut again... (My grandmother put coconut in about everything conceivable. It was probably her way of bringing something tropical to snowy Idaho!)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirxBw4NWnee09GeXQ-GF0klOTUUiSzHLVxrB-z1kVCNIWQWsC-ql5rSNKusq-NwaO0eC4hhZTtrahyKNJmTLVa5M5pzBPH5UQ6SkOBMSgJz48ZCNkKjy9bvFpmCCCkyNZKsiazxA/s1600/IMG_1676.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirxBw4NWnee09GeXQ-GF0klOTUUiSzHLVxrB-z1kVCNIWQWsC-ql5rSNKusq-NwaO0eC4hhZTtrahyKNJmTLVa5M5pzBPH5UQ6SkOBMSgJz48ZCNkKjy9bvFpmCCCkyNZKsiazxA/s320/IMG_1676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614926922833384626" /></a><br />Italian prunes... from the PDX Farmer's Market!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihRlRhGOf-Wtfmro13gNMInpHARLgWt2XGXhGmhqv1TJ1g8Mz1RfZmwTlk9lE22f3LWdoYep51KjYYKGND-KqUhGFZEQKbapXhTQh79csNBEYUmv0tg-_1hyphenhyphenq-fojMPgjWXTFzxQ/s1600/IMG_1681.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihRlRhGOf-Wtfmro13gNMInpHARLgWt2XGXhGmhqv1TJ1g8Mz1RfZmwTlk9lE22f3LWdoYep51KjYYKGND-KqUhGFZEQKbapXhTQh79csNBEYUmv0tg-_1hyphenhyphenq-fojMPgjWXTFzxQ/s400/IMG_1681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614928025490313458" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHQc6EQIhyphenhyphen9kgshxfLsbpaJrsneEHW7SFJ8tty-M31Jlk3K3U6RVDNEhWQVt0A6Rg2dEjdRFtXdCSIiJCTB5cBWuy_71-J4u4tJGzuRG2OpZbotoR49O9VUokLKKXAXVwP6PD6pA/s1600/IMG_1689.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHQc6EQIhyphenhyphen9kgshxfLsbpaJrsneEHW7SFJ8tty-M31Jlk3K3U6RVDNEhWQVt0A6Rg2dEjdRFtXdCSIiJCTB5cBWuy_71-J4u4tJGzuRG2OpZbotoR49O9VUokLKKXAXVwP6PD6pA/s400/IMG_1689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614929848980105362" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWV4-G-g0P6ZMC0JJTkYGYRbvoh69wP0cJmGhKHKsAPhXtGSfULbsoCN6FSAzJxISsl-vqsQPUPxBH443q3mIT06yvpBC4vKw9mFZ6Wvrm-TrWrZAC9KUQTy99qcngza33ZcIVjg/s1600/IMG_1686.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWV4-G-g0P6ZMC0JJTkYGYRbvoh69wP0cJmGhKHKsAPhXtGSfULbsoCN6FSAzJxISsl-vqsQPUPxBH443q3mIT06yvpBC4vKw9mFZ6Wvrm-TrWrZAC9KUQTy99qcngza33ZcIVjg/s400/IMG_1686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614932831688518002" /></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-31449193688936592172011-06-04T21:22:00.001-07:002011-06-06T10:06:33.517-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Day 4- Gathering ingredients at the Portland Farmer's Market and Making Music </b><br />See tomorrow's post of dried fruit oatmeal/coconut cookies!</div><br /><br />Today I bought delicious, dried plums (which tasted nothing like store-bought prunes) at the Portland Farmer's market to use in a cookie recipe tomorrow! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirxBw4NWnee09GeXQ-GF0klOTUUiSzHLVxrB-z1kVCNIWQWsC-ql5rSNKusq-NwaO0eC4hhZTtrahyKNJmTLVa5M5pzBPH5UQ6SkOBMSgJz48ZCNkKjy9bvFpmCCCkyNZKsiazxA/s1600/IMG_1676.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirxBw4NWnee09GeXQ-GF0klOTUUiSzHLVxrB-z1kVCNIWQWsC-ql5rSNKusq-NwaO0eC4hhZTtrahyKNJmTLVa5M5pzBPH5UQ6SkOBMSgJz48ZCNkKjy9bvFpmCCCkyNZKsiazxA/s320/IMG_1676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614926922833384626"></a><br /><br />While at the market, I ate a chunk of Fraga Farm's mozzarella cheese, fresh blackberry fruit roll-ups, Italian prunes, a sandwich made with roasted duck, chevre, carmelized onions, pickled beets and dijon mustard (YUM!)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim8IGYfjn9xLueony0K1Dsm-aaMkyoz9zh_uyxLYtpzJcJYG0YM9oGoXTvqlWxFNrSSzfUXFnZ-bTtx-MIkskh2g9r9hMOanRcDPd43Xr_8zuQC3VukMHjzdrLOZJDL86FB4egHQ/s1600/IMG_1659.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim8IGYfjn9xLueony0K1Dsm-aaMkyoz9zh_uyxLYtpzJcJYG0YM9oGoXTvqlWxFNrSSzfUXFnZ-bTtx-MIkskh2g9r9hMOanRcDPd43Xr_8zuQC3VukMHjzdrLOZJDL86FB4egHQ/s400/IMG_1659.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614940899223491586" /></a>I gobbled up some cookies from Two Tarts Bakery...(hilarious name BTW:)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhcFF9LuNjOKzUShw1kO1ZV6C5gQqkKUhQvhjCF1G9IzE0gadc52lqkPyRBL9-vxEVW0nL0LnIS08yrbmU9dDLlCVOx9T3ih2sgi_4C0PVDfu1QWgwg0XnBxHOr6A8OoCtiAhf-w/s1600/IMG_1640.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhcFF9LuNjOKzUShw1kO1ZV6C5gQqkKUhQvhjCF1G9IzE0gadc52lqkPyRBL9-vxEVW0nL0LnIS08yrbmU9dDLlCVOx9T3ih2sgi_4C0PVDfu1QWgwg0XnBxHOr6A8OoCtiAhf-w/s400/IMG_1640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614943530076048178" /></a><br />Snacked on salty SEA BEANS harvested along the central coast of Oregon.<div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfZcsGRtyve_6mQm6H0tcLSQy76dB_aWEWjjNQxfRa5XveUT-qLNf-bBiXvWrk8TAjThMOnWoI0QeoTpXrRzczBIBhKb9m6gu07nTUC1rvSQxpA-ED6q4ilhjoHWbBCqqVj6k1Ew/s1600/IMG_1634.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfZcsGRtyve_6mQm6H0tcLSQy76dB_aWEWjjNQxfRa5XveUT-qLNf-bBiXvWrk8TAjThMOnWoI0QeoTpXrRzczBIBhKb9m6gu07nTUC1rvSQxpA-ED6q4ilhjoHWbBCqqVj6k1Ew/s400/IMG_1634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614942473213206498" /></a><br />And tapped my foot along with an old-fashioned jug/washboard, banjo picking band. Speaking of which, check out my forthcoming video of one banjo player paying homage to my last boyfriend in a creative on-the-spot composition... <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5L2QgBNsSWY2gQ2d5_iOWTGyPHtJuVTzuqpQabCdl2T31_VulNNyWXm_-eUhctfQqCx4OECaVzNb94ytKc84WkGQ5LLff0QSuEBYxdRKKcG76XGAPqoMmSZ2UaV6Pp3ffmlve4g/s1600/IMG_1650.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5L2QgBNsSWY2gQ2d5_iOWTGyPHtJuVTzuqpQabCdl2T31_VulNNyWXm_-eUhctfQqCx4OECaVzNb94ytKc84WkGQ5LLff0QSuEBYxdRKKcG76XGAPqoMmSZ2UaV6Pp3ffmlve4g/s400/IMG_1650.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614914849225242434" /></a><br />And I sat in the park to rest and get some rare Oregon sunshine~!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTjxDwoggWgfK-fqdxXyy5eapmc2I2ifQgSJQxnvijaFmhyphenhyphenn24vwv7fB1DMMGVCfy8xJ89V2-9k1FKbuiIBL2wqzgH3Zq9aXmCJbESvZooh8xLjZuTGVEGkuwGaz55iItrRXqidg/s1600/IMG_1638.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTjxDwoggWgfK-fqdxXyy5eapmc2I2ifQgSJQxnvijaFmhyphenhyphenn24vwv7fB1DMMGVCfy8xJ89V2-9k1FKbuiIBL2wqzgH3Zq9aXmCJbESvZooh8xLjZuTGVEGkuwGaz55iItrRXqidg/s400/IMG_1638.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614904026494168786" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-78996818972232272502011-06-03T16:29:00.000-07:002011-10-26T09:29:43.578-07:00<strong>June 3- </strong><strong>June's Skillet Spaghetti... gone wrong... or did it?</strong><br />Or how Gram helped me invent the world's most perfect food for teenagers, by accident!<br /><br /><em>Day 3 of "30 Days of June" and I'm already tired!</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYjJwXBKRcLD_6PitJ6YoXECE0W6f8UcbCWysDC4ZiyoFyEXNxN236_5kZS5PIpKStJT2TH2WTrbMcghG_GISMdBGG-qnVtcULVkNEwhcKgtfixGqUKltjYUJLBsQuDhntYybDfQ/s1600/Depoe+Bay+061.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614165072026378850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYjJwXBKRcLD_6PitJ6YoXECE0W6f8UcbCWysDC4ZiyoFyEXNxN236_5kZS5PIpKStJT2TH2WTrbMcghG_GISMdBGG-qnVtcULVkNEwhcKgtfixGqUKltjYUJLBsQuDhntYybDfQ/s400/Depoe+Bay+061.jpg" /></a><br />I like this recipe because you cook the noodles with the sauce, which makes the pasta tastier.<br /><br /><strong>Recipe:</strong><br />1 lb. ground beef<br />1 c. chopped onion<br />3-4 garlic cloves (I added a few for good measure)<br />8 oz. can tomato sauce<br />6 oz. can tomato paste<br />1 1/2 c. water<br />1 pint tomato juice<br /><br />2 tsp. chili powder<br />1 1/2 tsp. salt<br />dashof pepper<br />1 tsp. sugar<br />1 tsp. oregano<br />7-8 oz package of elbow pasta (not spaghetti, like the recipe book says, unless you want a teenage-friendly food that's blob-like... which is what I ended up with)<br />onion and green pepper rings<br />Parmesan cheese<br /><br />In an electric frypan, (or a large pot) combine beef, onion, garlic, tomato sauce, paste and juice; the water, sugar and spices. Cover and bring to a boil. Reduce heat. Simmer 30 minutes. Add elbow pasta, stir to seperate and simmer till pasta is tender. Stir frequently! Add onion and pepper runfs the last 5 minutes. Sprinkle Parmesan cheese to the top!<br /><br /><strong>Guess What!!? I discovered the perfect dish for teens:</strong> Grandma's Skillet Spaghetti gone wrong. Here's why. I was trying to make a lovely classic spaghetti dish for a group of four adults and two teens, but what turned out instead was like something out of the movie <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ebfLWAB8bY4">Attack of the Killer Tomatoes </a>Really!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlMcmudUSBVEwqSN_kkzsKzjlQeQuwVOyOCDUDWxBSC1TPRuvUdIChJEZF2OhBLz8WQ0dpjjp7XBWKpgHS65-QgqaptlYoEkIsdPpLnzUnp2gmKIjdejnY1bryscQiN8MHEq6I7w/s1600/Depoe+Bay+063.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614155292407827010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlMcmudUSBVEwqSN_kkzsKzjlQeQuwVOyOCDUDWxBSC1TPRuvUdIChJEZF2OhBLz8WQ0dpjjp7XBWKpgHS65-QgqaptlYoEkIsdPpLnzUnp2gmKIjdejnY1bryscQiN8MHEq6I7w/s400/Depoe+Bay+063.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Okay, so maybe Gram was trying to inject a little humor into my latest episode of "<em>Granddaughter Tries to Channel Dead Grandmother's Cooking Prowess," </em>but I tell you, the whole thing was a bit horrifying at moments.<br /><br /><strong>Here's the deal:</strong> Her recipe called for SPAGHETTI with the word (ELBOW) in parenthesis. I remember standing in the pasta aisle of the store and thinking... <em>"Surely Gram wouldn't write Spaghetti if she really meant elbow pasta??" </em>So I opted for spaghetti noodles.<br /><br /><strong>It wasn't until I started dumping noodles south in the saucy pot </strong>and watching them hang onto each other like frightened skinny people in a tidal wave, that I realized Gram had probably meant Elbow pasta.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYOXppWKQcvOx2qUoqZRXv2VhqU7nZFSeatszDpOGFxjNJdwjrTOLq6gOhb465pxqk3Ayr8KzdSdtklWZFP9CvmeAIbGwy7kkiKcxxYA6saG6xEfxCBbJrX6FvpB2-7He0w5k7hQ/s1600/Depoe+Bay+040.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614141591120479970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYOXppWKQcvOx2qUoqZRXv2VhqU7nZFSeatszDpOGFxjNJdwjrTOLq6gOhb465pxqk3Ayr8KzdSdtklWZFP9CvmeAIbGwy7kkiKcxxYA6saG6xEfxCBbJrX6FvpB2-7He0w5k7hQ/s400/Depoe+Bay+040.jpg" /></a><br /><br />My two friends who cheered me on when cooking, who were a bit older, in their 50's, said,<em> "You know they used to call every pasta spaghetti, that's just what they did, they didn't have a 100 varieties like spinach bowtie to choose from, so she probably did mean elbow."</em><br /><br /><strong>But it was too late,</strong> my perfect tasting sauce was filled with half-cooked spaghetti clumping together. And THIS WAS THE MAIN COURSE! The table was set and I was freaking out, thinking,<em> "there's no way I'm serving this stuff!"</em><br /><br />Joanne encoarged me and so did a new friend named Catherine, who's a whiz in the kitchen. She said, <em>"Add some more liquid, stir, and just WAIT... it will be okay!"</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlpOUifzp3DVvdhGrg4u7FmyS7iey7MAGLDCwhn1eIqbQqSEy9nYoZfLOdnesFaMvAHPXvHfpz6mIpAl2PrZXwtqzQVPjhgXP8Ik0AORY6D3lHqCJtzNYN7xue21Zoc_e5gxRBhA/s1600/catherine.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614163371856138610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlpOUifzp3DVvdhGrg4u7FmyS7iey7MAGLDCwhn1eIqbQqSEy9nYoZfLOdnesFaMvAHPXvHfpz6mIpAl2PrZXwtqzQVPjhgXP8Ik0AORY6D3lHqCJtzNYN7xue21Zoc_e5gxRBhA/s400/catherine.JPG" /></a><br /><em>Cathy, who bakes Huckleberry pies in a single bound. Love her for keeping me sane during the Attack of the Killer Spaghetti Crisis!</em><br /><br />She kept telling me to <em>"wait,"</em> A lesson that I have a hard time with. I'm soo impatient!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE8VhV1VZ5v7X5lNlztYF1cdw0MYgxNRdKd5Emo8FjDcQFzscPQI0sB-6N6_dxXk0VXd8PTjZysodJzdL5DsfxJCC47R5TG61p0zQFKBA67Rc0PzzuRN3rk6mWIjdqbpk_5nl9ig/s1600/Depoe+Bay+042.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614162465155259442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE8VhV1VZ5v7X5lNlztYF1cdw0MYgxNRdKd5Emo8FjDcQFzscPQI0sB-6N6_dxXk0VXd8PTjZysodJzdL5DsfxJCC47R5TG61p0zQFKBA67Rc0PzzuRN3rk6mWIjdqbpk_5nl9ig/s400/Depoe+Bay+042.jpg" /></a><br /><br />So I waited, waited and waited, adding more tomato sauce. What we wound up with was spaghetti on steroids: a muscular mass of noodles and sauce which didn't look so pretty, but actually tasted yummy like gourmet Chef Boyaredee and which the teenagers and men lapped up like hungry dogs.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrgXf4i8zBw6uoBW0ghvcamugiVmvBjMCKmPKoHwOvAOfvgEIG8iNqqfpMshscrfwfWcgy3WRz1rGAmIycRHL1jOzQ7956k2LHTW7-ZCfkdpJ-SFGjMkmt9NUEvq-rDzNWshJh3A/s1600/Depoe+Bay+080.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614161402325044594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrgXf4i8zBw6uoBW0ghvcamugiVmvBjMCKmPKoHwOvAOfvgEIG8iNqqfpMshscrfwfWcgy3WRz1rGAmIycRHL1jOzQ7956k2LHTW7-ZCfkdpJ-SFGjMkmt9NUEvq-rDzNWshJh3A/s400/Depoe+Bay+080.jpg" /></a><br /><em>Here's the cute little family, the Schultices, who I cooked spaghetti.... er, pasta for.</em>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-91224445822641872442011-06-02T20:43:00.000-07:002011-06-02T21:26:25.920-07:00<strong>JUNE 2- June's Angel Thumbprint Cookies</strong><br /><br />Today, my sister Cara June Raymond (named after Grandma) uses coconut once again to whip up Gram's cookies - I'm starting to think June had a thing for coconut!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjxJEHxiGAUvlr9LM_knkumt12AdPDj2aYcpx8PyNrwaTArWSKOsVG1ogX3dvJIkVEhYbHCYSq8CAzo2C7aGiXOedJ6To1a6yxztXN2fiOQK-Zamf_XSwMQsGdYb5WAD9cfHM1lg/s1600/thumbnail6.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjxJEHxiGAUvlr9LM_knkumt12AdPDj2aYcpx8PyNrwaTArWSKOsVG1ogX3dvJIkVEhYbHCYSq8CAzo2C7aGiXOedJ6To1a6yxztXN2fiOQK-Zamf_XSwMQsGdYb5WAD9cfHM1lg/s400/thumbnail6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613837577698154866" /></a><br /><strong>Recipe:</strong><br /><em>1 c. butter<br />1 1/2 c. brown sugar<br />4 eggs<br />1 cup milk<br />2 tsp. vanilla<br />1 tsp almond flavoring<br />4 c. flour<br />slightly beaten egg whites<br /><br />Cream butter and sugar. Add egg yolks and beat well. Add milk, flour, flavorings, Chill 15 minutes.Divide dough into pieces the size of walnuts. Roll into a ball, dip into egg white and then roll in coconut. Dent in the center of each cookie after placing on a cookie sheet. Put 1 tsp. jelly in each center. Bake at 375 for 25 minutes.</em><br /><br /><strong>CHEF OF THE DAY: </strong> Cara Skoy Raymond and kids. (Can I just say my sister's fresh ingredients put me to shame! Look at that jug of fresh Jersey cow milk!)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj35UnC90M000gS1wv4a9bdBoC8F26CIZtIz0LUXecG4i0uMQD2ZUanSjBqbcxY5qXx4YJLTF6eEw5SyGW-QM8n6NrZrnuHBPo6cFuBwdtkbsKSw5LWzeLb6ill85blgidh-xpGAA/s1600/Thumbnail.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj35UnC90M000gS1wv4a9bdBoC8F26CIZtIz0LUXecG4i0uMQD2ZUanSjBqbcxY5qXx4YJLTF6eEw5SyGW-QM8n6NrZrnuHBPo6cFuBwdtkbsKSw5LWzeLb6ill85blgidh-xpGAA/s400/Thumbnail.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613836105083223090" /></a><br /><em>As told by Cara Raymond:</em><br /><br /><strong>If there is one thing</strong> I remember about Grandma June's cooking is that she paid attention to the details, she looked at cooking as an art, and at a gathering for a special occasion, every detail from the table settings to the temperature of the food was considered, and timed to perfection!<br /><br />It always tasted soo good, even as a little girl I wanted to cook just like her when I grew up because she had a love of food, and the people she made it for where kings when they sat at her table. <br /><br />In keeping with grandma's detail-oriented cooking, I made sure the ingredients I used were fresh, and of the finest quality. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGrUFa4kQ9PBeJopWAh8-2axPry00ULCrlQ9-sbcsqA7cDrGv6sN1eUahp3SqiillkULZgiBf9GlE1EckfuRgT31l1GoYLyO_h4I-2CI3nFudCNnseuoaFCCJc1oBWgSwM8S1-gw/s1600/thumbnail4.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGrUFa4kQ9PBeJopWAh8-2axPry00ULCrlQ9-sbcsqA7cDrGv6sN1eUahp3SqiillkULZgiBf9GlE1EckfuRgT31l1GoYLyO_h4I-2CI3nFudCNnseuoaFCCJc1oBWgSwM8S1-gw/s400/thumbnail4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613837059356124402" /></a><br /><br /><strong>The flour </strong>I used is from a local mill, that prides itself with the quality. <br /><br /><strong>The butter-rich milk</strong> was freshly milked yesterday from my neighbor's jersey cow. <br /><br /><strong>The butter</strong> in the recipe was home spun from the Jersey's cream. And the jam is homemade cherry I canned last year after I picked and pitted cherries with my kids. <br /><br />My children liked the process it took to separate the yolks from the whites. They had fun rolling the dough and dipping it in the whites and then in the coconut<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDcDXDz2inoBQckMeTl7j6KUcx2iI4qmQF-pZaXblVuYizy1nb7anLHuxmRF-Mf1KNuBg2MNnETU5d8I8coAciBD0LoYesefadcZr9F-k6-fhnkO5TKFfmmplKtwtcW-0Mxpri8Q/s1600/thumbnail5.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDcDXDz2inoBQckMeTl7j6KUcx2iI4qmQF-pZaXblVuYizy1nb7anLHuxmRF-Mf1KNuBg2MNnETU5d8I8coAciBD0LoYesefadcZr9F-k6-fhnkO5TKFfmmplKtwtcW-0Mxpri8Q/s400/thumbnail5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613837397954524050" /></a><br />Then pressing a hole in the cookies for the jam. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJFZE50AiKryw6M2KOuYwLXtIsP8ch4q07_JCpgyRKIXnDJYVxGGB1AXOzIT5WEePCNX6vfA7cqEJO12yweXy4edyIdmW8vyRT6o-_zVpwxiCB9PSiyn-zkHjtvPfBtzZuSn3miw/s1600/thumbnail7.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJFZE50AiKryw6M2KOuYwLXtIsP8ch4q07_JCpgyRKIXnDJYVxGGB1AXOzIT5WEePCNX6vfA7cqEJO12yweXy4edyIdmW8vyRT6o-_zVpwxiCB9PSiyn-zkHjtvPfBtzZuSn3miw/s400/thumbnail7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613840960788739106" /></a><br />Their favorite part was licking the beaters. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpoRMCx1QhV8E8w3XQh2WCjPosEB-FwinguW6FKcG3lo7F4bwImKS7B4LIqZpWVo47i7TOBR3EeO3Q7ftRbRmwYvuhZ8EfawseiKpzhBIL6Hc60HNIsDRuKvIWRU-S5rUDkkPq3g/s1600/thumbnail3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpoRMCx1QhV8E8w3XQh2WCjPosEB-FwinguW6FKcG3lo7F4bwImKS7B4LIqZpWVo47i7TOBR3EeO3Q7ftRbRmwYvuhZ8EfawseiKpzhBIL6Hc60HNIsDRuKvIWRU-S5rUDkkPq3g/s400/thumbnail3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613836804208606034" /></a><br /><br />It was fun sharing Grandma June's recipe with the kids and talking about how much she loved cooking! <strong>But the best part was eating the cookies!</strong>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-27988407708960189982011-06-01T19:15:00.001-07:002011-06-02T09:09:00.636-07:00<strong>30 days of JUNE!</strong><br />...or my family's way of inviting our Grandma La June into our kitchens, through cooking her dishes!<br /><br /><strong>DAY ONE: </strong>LA JUNE'S TROPICAL WALDORF SALAD<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIO8_QfBIjEt9WzxasiMNXMNL3U5W0Z7MoiGfmnrHOV65evMsUxKAnG2ouTOEBGd-ZABVz2DbdInekh-2ra8PoN_Q4YJg-2GfcYN8gzhOCT9sPddqIIpiBOKBoowSdk6vN0MnhHA/s1600/Depoe+Bay+059.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIO8_QfBIjEt9WzxasiMNXMNL3U5W0Z7MoiGfmnrHOV65evMsUxKAnG2ouTOEBGd-ZABVz2DbdInekh-2ra8PoN_Q4YJg-2GfcYN8gzhOCT9sPddqIIpiBOKBoowSdk6vN0MnhHA/s400/Depoe+Bay+059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613441369112515298" /></a><br />This is recipe #1 in a series of recipes this month from my Grandmother La June's cookbook, <em>Plain and Fancy Cooking.</em><br /><br />Recipe:<br />1/2 cup of coconut<br />1/2 cup of nuts (I used toasted almond pieces)<br />1/3 cup mayo<br />1/2 cup whipped cream (whipped with a bit of almond extract (that was my addition) and a few pinches of sugar)<br />1 cup celery<br />1 red apple<br />1 yellow apple<br />2 banannas<br />1 tbsp sugar<br />1/2 tsp salt<br />1 tsp lemon juice (I would used fresh)<br /><br />Cut up the apples and celery, add the nuts and coconut. <br /><br />Mix the (fluffy) whipped cream, the mayo, the sugar and the lemon juice.<br />Add it to the salad. Add sliced bananas right before you serve it!<br /><br /><strong>I love this cool combo- mayo and whipped cream:</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkdWaZKVNQ7mBZw0gALPPdUd5igOh7mEL5-fxDn3ZMouWA1jFqLKOsA25yfaTiosKHsA6YUGcLrIDNegIJgr2hv-_Yr1F9JLEQhoskx0l5hgsI9gauiegIXv5gl9nWKQkUcgLyWw/s1600/Depoe+Bay+052.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkdWaZKVNQ7mBZw0gALPPdUd5igOh7mEL5-fxDn3ZMouWA1jFqLKOsA25yfaTiosKHsA6YUGcLrIDNegIJgr2hv-_Yr1F9JLEQhoskx0l5hgsI9gauiegIXv5gl9nWKQkUcgLyWw/s400/Depoe+Bay+052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613441880116214306" /></a><br /><br /><strong>The simplicity of two apples:</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAzPbf3YhNlr1colmQ-YQrfGk3_syk3BfE9AGVqHUu99eaBG5BM76zVoGiu8kofYpv0KKnEKGY7jPwEjjWaido2US-GHpu-0ojS1fHNud1Ir29qX2Db4rB8Z4rweaifc7WDzF-Jg/s1600/Depoe+Bay+045.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAzPbf3YhNlr1colmQ-YQrfGk3_syk3BfE9AGVqHUu99eaBG5BM76zVoGiu8kofYpv0KKnEKGY7jPwEjjWaido2US-GHpu-0ojS1fHNud1Ir29qX2Db4rB8Z4rweaifc7WDzF-Jg/s400/Depoe+Bay+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613442304006162418" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Yum! Delicious Waldorf Salad!</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZACUDAzUUzDNy_Vz-pGq_2bwodK1dEGvx6yPfjD2NwCqXU8AMicqYDnnrGJeudBOW6qLuSNEIYlofqNZvccCJDlp8TXSHLCSKXJQUIDJvv0fTYV3XpST1zwIEs-zU5Kpik78afA/s1600/Depoe+Bay+058.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZACUDAzUUzDNy_Vz-pGq_2bwodK1dEGvx6yPfjD2NwCqXU8AMicqYDnnrGJeudBOW6qLuSNEIYlofqNZvccCJDlp8TXSHLCSKXJQUIDJvv0fTYV3XpST1zwIEs-zU5Kpik78afA/s400/Depoe+Bay+058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613442084884835634" /></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-7577075102533083922011-05-31T16:17:00.000-07:002011-10-26T10:45:59.411-07:00<strong>30 DAYS OF JUNE!</strong><br /><br />La June is my grandmother and this month, my family and I plan to cook as many of her dishes from her well-loved cookbook as possible! Here's my story:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisWcWGgNVSNKX9C4w-pT7ym7zGLBq4cXp6gBFUg98mNqxbSpt2xXZKGK4ToqaDrmRzC3fEOymhQqaKK9RefPRDJxbdZX8_SzgeO1FQGKwQZ74WP8lVNO3Izgwwx8i6BoYwhBd7Pg/s1600/cookbooks.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisWcWGgNVSNKX9C4w-pT7ym7zGLBq4cXp6gBFUg98mNqxbSpt2xXZKGK4ToqaDrmRzC3fEOymhQqaKK9RefPRDJxbdZX8_SzgeO1FQGKwQZ74WP8lVNO3Izgwwx8i6BoYwhBd7Pg/s400/cookbooks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613417772344722146" /></a><br /><strong>A few month back,</strong> while weathering one of Oregon's most sunless winters and with a severe case of post-break-up blues, I was moving some boxes I'd been storing in a friend's garage when something tumbled from the box and BAM! hit the concrete floor of the garage. Glass shattered, then something unexpected happened. The heady smell of summer roses floated up, permeating the garage. I knew immediately what I'd broken: an old-fashioned glass bottle of rose water that once belonged to my Grandmother La June. I'd been saving it for a rainy day --- just hadn't realized I would use it up in one BIG WAY on one February afternoon.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj10Ls-wh3JXRSVPIrxq2Qwr1_1n3ofmJHdhXfqTRQKl23vKBhT4G2pv1NWNtjj8UdvbQ7JbS1jy03t-nQRizWmUUf-ItELEL2vx1oQPspESVI3dHmifA60_fHQ6O4NqRzkIWmkhQ/s1600/roses.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 352px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj10Ls-wh3JXRSVPIrxq2Qwr1_1n3ofmJHdhXfqTRQKl23vKBhT4G2pv1NWNtjj8UdvbQ7JbS1jy03t-nQRizWmUUf-ItELEL2vx1oQPspESVI3dHmifA60_fHQ6O4NqRzkIWmkhQ/s400/roses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613291354749921042" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Being the somewhat superstitious girl</strong> I am, I immediately thought: <em>"Ahhhh, grandma's here... and she's trying to send me a message."</em> Now before you go thinking I'm looney, let me add that I'm a Mormon-- a faith that believes Heaven is always close (in fact right here on earth, just in another dimension...), and that loved ones come back on occassion to help us make it through this crazy life. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi42MixjgY1ES5gCWwIZCs6MuyUXvJdd5bnyeLuXh2BCmLAx0E83YIZ7Ch0i8OXTVc3EM3RbNARPGxQscMvN2d-tnFxIqfzS0rYjj5CB9FwacTAPqBoSNnd6J9sx88XkwTATdSOSw/s1600/La+June+Skoy0001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi42MixjgY1ES5gCWwIZCs6MuyUXvJdd5bnyeLuXh2BCmLAx0E83YIZ7Ch0i8OXTVc3EM3RbNARPGxQscMvN2d-tnFxIqfzS0rYjj5CB9FwacTAPqBoSNnd6J9sx88XkwTATdSOSw/s400/La+June+Skoy0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613848623791471858" /></a><br /><em>Here's a photo of my Gram when she was young.</em><br /><br />I knew my Grandmother La June, with her flair for drama, would be especially audacious in her attempts to reach her posterity to and let them know she was watching over them. So I caught myself telling a friend, "I think grandma is here!" <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNemL0qeyx-PuelwVvu4ML7whIWfALkueJpceHTOJRFZ-8zUR8Q_YR2GkfHjj86RnEA3T7Km31CJfxBE8_JFTp8c-5fI1t2mTTDxZ6KO83uw6BbuEmmTmWjoXherFAmvFho-27cQ/s1600/Vernon%252C+June%252C+Nicole+and+Danielle0001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNemL0qeyx-PuelwVvu4ML7whIWfALkueJpceHTOJRFZ-8zUR8Q_YR2GkfHjj86RnEA3T7Km31CJfxBE8_JFTp8c-5fI1t2mTTDxZ6KO83uw6BbuEmmTmWjoXherFAmvFho-27cQ/s400/Vernon%252C+June%252C+Nicole+and+Danielle0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613848923070248482" /></a><br />But this is how I remember her!<br /><br />When alive, it was grandma who always set an extra plate at the table in case an angel wanted to join us. Her communication with the "other side" is well-documented in my family, and though some of my relatives viewed it as bizarre, I counted it as one of her spiritual gifts. <br /><br />But the day in the garage, her message seemed obvious; here it was: "It's okay, Jenie dear, things break, but life is still full of sweetness! Don't fret!" <br /><br /><br />In life, gramma was a bit of a mystery to me. A strong and angular Norweigian woman with impeccable taste and an endless supply of talent. I'm the tom-boy grandaughter, more comfortable wearing sneakers, casting around a fishing rod or digging in the dirt, but gramma was the embodiment of feminity (though she did love to garden!) What I inherit was her talent for music, writing and an incurable love of cooking. What got lost somewhere in that passage of DNA was gram's sense of order and her meticulousness in the kitchen. I'm a disaster when I cook!<br /><br />I'd watched grandmother cook several times. She was not one of those affable grannies who will praise all your attempts at cooking, she had been a professonal chef and knew how things "ought" to be cooked. One time, my job, simple as it sounded, to mash potatoes, had not been up to snuff. I remember her pointing out that I needed to remove those stray potato skins I had left floating brown in that sea of beautiful white spuds.<br /><br /><strong>Well, onto the intent of this blog post.... </strong>using the moment of breaking a bottle of rose water as an impetus, I've chosen to invite my gram into my life and kitchen (and the lives of my relatives) this month by opening up her cookbook "<strong>Plain and Simple Cooking by La June" </strong>and cooking some of her favorite recipes!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-70490574394593999112011-02-18T09:59:00.000-08:002011-04-13T17:07:38.540-07:00<div><strong>Grand Moments at the Oregon Truffle Festival</strong><br />By Jenie Skoy<br /><br />A few weeks ago, I feasted on Oregon truffles at the <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.oregontrufflefestival.com">Oregon Truffle Festival</a> in the Willamette Valley: the damp, ferny, mossy region in Oregon famous for sweet, rosy pinot noir and mysterious truffles!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF0ME4kxbZmI4ARqcfObt3jI5RwH14LYJGFgZQQC3VCKY03z7EW7XlZpJZqZQ4dik-eY5TYZ9DbDOSWcQpaRVsqLF37zLvTXbs2_vxtO4ZppDfnL1km8N2ahWIbNVGmxVNMhjqxA/s1600/Truffle+Fest+2011+107.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF0ME4kxbZmI4ARqcfObt3jI5RwH14LYJGFgZQQC3VCKY03z7EW7XlZpJZqZQ4dik-eY5TYZ9DbDOSWcQpaRVsqLF37zLvTXbs2_vxtO4ZppDfnL1km8N2ahWIbNVGmxVNMhjqxA/s400/Truffle+Fest+2011+107.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576591150519799394" /></a><br /><br />Willamette Valley Vineyards hosted a "truffle dog training seminar" (the only event of its kind in North America, say the organizers!) and 18 truffle hunters and their canines spent a weekend in truffle training in forests where truffles lay.<br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/c2zKkaUGCZo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />Here's a video of Martha and her Dog Saylor!<br /><br />Dog owners were able to observe the handling and training of skilled truffle dogs, and to introduce their dog to the scent of both Oregon and French black truffles. This two-day event began in the classroom, with lectures on canine scent detection and fundamentals of scent training then ended in a forest seeded with truffle spores! <br /><br /><strong>I wonder how, after these dogs have gotten a whiff (and taste) of truffles, they'll ever be satisfied with dog bones again!!</strong><br /><br />Compared with Europe, Oregon's truffle industry is young and undiscovered. <blockquote>"Secrecy pervades the world of truffles and is a part of their mystique, but it has not served Oregon’s truffles well, as secrecy precludes development of the knowledge necessary to bring the real potential of the Oregon truffles to market. Simple details like how to choose and handle a truffle to tease out its grandeur are known to only a few harvesters and chefs." says the Oregon Truffle Festival Website</blockquote>.</div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5fiUc1pV6FyqKUG4orjbSm6BXKiFECmTVOkYdTfOkHqvKF8OEwekIWlyGKkawNWdoV30PIdP_aSSna6gdZJ4n7YPwskfL2Z-SKshTvKDklrWp3_Ckx4zotvy76_jDay2GGN_kVA/s1600/Truffle+Fest+2011+111.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575097235262590818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5fiUc1pV6FyqKUG4orjbSm6BXKiFECmTVOkYdTfOkHqvKF8OEwekIWlyGKkawNWdoV30PIdP_aSSna6gdZJ4n7YPwskfL2Z-SKshTvKDklrWp3_Ckx4zotvy76_jDay2GGN_kVA/s400/Truffle+Fest+2011+111.jpg" /></a> Above is loveable <strong>Finn, a Lagatto Romagnola</strong>, the breed with sharp senses known for their truffle hunting acumen. His owner, Holly, adopted him from the Dordogna region in France famous for wine, truffles and truffle hunting. Finn dug up the truffles, but had a problem giving them up. "His biggest problem is that he eats the truffles!" said Holly. <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM6tZilLM_dW2kS5Zkhyphenhyphen7Fv9X-UN0XGrGSRyav3NDQaROXvcl17bcZOtUON7T98ydEmSWXOnXPxpoQOxAPV03lP8QxtqV_ygImJwEIYNS3NQw_h7i-7dGqXkTIijylqQNmbiGV9Q/s1600/Truffle+Fest+2011+110.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575096510505099410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM6tZilLM_dW2kS5Zkhyphenhyphen7Fv9X-UN0XGrGSRyav3NDQaROXvcl17bcZOtUON7T98ydEmSWXOnXPxpoQOxAPV03lP8QxtqV_ygImJwEIYNS3NQw_h7i-7dGqXkTIijylqQNmbiGV9Q/s400/Truffle+Fest+2011+110.jpg" /></a><br /><em>Digging up Oregon's White Gold! </em> Willamette Valley Vineyard's winemaker Don Crank was in the forest to help truffle hunters.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfrwV_lSdgI3CW7EUiBw_SxGEhZda-2BQHG6np2fInwuh9oviRhmyhwNzOXdECBwbd3SnAV99PuBkhrQHuq5YQHJn3xmvuQylP-Uf8w3XuVIjEyXFBNP-ViG99c7WfLi0udGPhnQ/s1600/Truffle+Fest+2011+086.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575093785221466978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfrwV_lSdgI3CW7EUiBw_SxGEhZda-2BQHG6np2fInwuh9oviRhmyhwNzOXdECBwbd3SnAV99PuBkhrQHuq5YQHJn3xmvuQylP-Uf8w3XuVIjEyXFBNP-ViG99c7WfLi0udGPhnQ/s400/Truffle+Fest+2011+086.jpg" /></a> These Oregon white truffles were dug up by a cute cocker spaniel puppy at Willamette Valley Vineyards.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCGdoyMYEZ-we77dJXRYFprCYGd4zST4-9gHaT7xS88AbhxWWC5M35SKs0kV4OvDtpkRXvryrRVQAuY77-WPKN6haPWGzexQb-eXJgYjRyklNftMs06pvhxwNHgMy0B_-gk5rA9g/s1600/Truffle+Fest+2011+103.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575095975339672546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCGdoyMYEZ-we77dJXRYFprCYGd4zST4-9gHaT7xS88AbhxWWC5M35SKs0kV4OvDtpkRXvryrRVQAuY77-WPKN6haPWGzexQb-eXJgYjRyklNftMs06pvhxwNHgMy0B_-gk5rA9g/s400/Truffle+Fest+2011+103.jpg" /></a><br />This cute German Shepard dog, <strong>Sahalie,</strong> or "Holly" for short, or what her owner called her: "Turd Bird," was one of the best truffle hunters in the forest that day, in part because her owner runs a obedience school in Oregon City and she was so well-behaved.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Szkyd9aoO9SVhvao8fCOyFPp-tiwgPTU4VJV4YRIKjOxDVltJH31l40KsENO5XPSjh4Zh31i3PDiAkvcJiIaIBw8sidyaTfn9H8YfcwqZqoKY-z1Nvck6M4OaF-IZIUpHZv_9A/s1600/Truffle+Fest+2011+105.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Szkyd9aoO9SVhvao8fCOyFPp-tiwgPTU4VJV4YRIKjOxDVltJH31l40KsENO5XPSjh4Zh31i3PDiAkvcJiIaIBw8sidyaTfn9H8YfcwqZqoKY-z1Nvck6M4OaF-IZIUpHZv_9A/s400/Truffle+Fest+2011+105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581774915288557522" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg326U-LZe62zOwtTQ_d9jxDbA9064N4TZLmE4osCPDsroJIGyhs3_UTRPhhRttoy28pe6qbDGGwjMnCOUYRSp_iOd63r0eiwKISozHbvofjOefFUNbl8Cwj-h0rQmWmapPgNa6iw/s1600/Truffle+Fest+2011+090.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575094358179182994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg326U-LZe62zOwtTQ_d9jxDbA9064N4TZLmE4osCPDsroJIGyhs3_UTRPhhRttoy28pe6qbDGGwjMnCOUYRSp_iOd63r0eiwKISozHbvofjOefFUNbl8Cwj-h0rQmWmapPgNa6iw/s400/Truffle+Fest+2011+090.jpg" /></a><strong>Saylor </strong>, above, takes a moment to pause between truffle hunting. At this point, she was more interested in the roasted chicken in her owner's pocket!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnAEvelWGN2Aa1gVjhSTr716Ug5v68vJfvriqvAElqmVKbPASezFAUqXwyI-P30iDd_bMzr_uhRXyuLKfDOnW3-Sa337EK-vRFvAv1692kWSbtfNo2B3grZkQwgh6IQ-8gH9TYaA/s1600/Truffle+Fest+2011+113.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575105307958391458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnAEvelWGN2Aa1gVjhSTr716Ug5v68vJfvriqvAElqmVKbPASezFAUqXwyI-P30iDd_bMzr_uhRXyuLKfDOnW3-Sa337EK-vRFvAv1692kWSbtfNo2B3grZkQwgh6IQ-8gH9TYaA/s400/Truffle+Fest+2011+113.jpg" /></a><br />This scene felt a little Red Riding Hood-ish with the wolf-like dog and young girl in a magical forest filled with truffles!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmghXvV3qDJJqHr-JBWYfDMZzWk-yL8hRKCAjkb4L2cueahTr-y_kUg5IfcA__8rVpMl-xsdozlLOfo1OFQIZ-UI3RIfPnfyox-UyCYCjI2atlwh54sjQjL_0UJOwx1QDKvD0b_g/s1600/Truffle+Fest+2011+109.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575105861793033586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmghXvV3qDJJqHr-JBWYfDMZzWk-yL8hRKCAjkb4L2cueahTr-y_kUg5IfcA__8rVpMl-xsdozlLOfo1OFQIZ-UI3RIfPnfyox-UyCYCjI2atlwh54sjQjL_0UJOwx1QDKvD0b_g/s400/Truffle+Fest+2011+109.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><strong>After </strong>the truffle hunting, we met in the dining room at Willamette Valley Vineyards for a truffle-infused lunch cooked up by executive chef at Timberline Lodge, Jason Stoller Smith.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX8Glr_C9hRhHaSM3zs9WHIezseXRv1b8QQ-K8WE6sKo0SlljVUAlAp5OLofZOkafB5noICmGYpG0b6_fZlCzDGnhrgvUfTmnCuPBdUdM0-I0yE04_fRU5_tV7ijYJdcqaLLYkmg/s1600/Willamette+Valley+Vineyards+050.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX8Glr_C9hRhHaSM3zs9WHIezseXRv1b8QQ-K8WE6sKo0SlljVUAlAp5OLofZOkafB5noICmGYpG0b6_fZlCzDGnhrgvUfTmnCuPBdUdM0-I0yE04_fRU5_tV7ijYJdcqaLLYkmg/s400/Willamette+Valley+Vineyards+050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581774065824521234" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYt33uAhHuYjff_5VcArAmy9ALDeat8nr72bp0_qUv55tIMUifL6d6wovYbEuGZbIw5GFS3aPiZm_2J2uCf4y_Cmb4p1h6GnYMkwAZChJv43oql8IebCVcDngKfeis4Se4czB5qg/s1600/Truffle+Fest+2011+148.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575105550822071746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYt33uAhHuYjff_5VcArAmy9ALDeat8nr72bp0_qUv55tIMUifL6d6wovYbEuGZbIw5GFS3aPiZm_2J2uCf4y_Cmb4p1h6GnYMkwAZChJv43oql8IebCVcDngKfeis4Se4czB5qg/s400/Truffle+Fest+2011+148.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgswONXveGb-ANgmSmBqJaIz6887f1Cvfi19qjH-VmRtxGZMsv1IU_L6ISe5TV5gz-1tE00XmQjBTQB7FbhFxsYeHto9FNmir9t1834jONJ94EELSqVUF8ZMkCe8W6bltWu92rN1w/s1600/Truffle+Fest+2011+130.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgswONXveGb-ANgmSmBqJaIz6887f1Cvfi19qjH-VmRtxGZMsv1IU_L6ISe5TV5gz-1tE00XmQjBTQB7FbhFxsYeHto9FNmir9t1834jONJ94EELSqVUF8ZMkCe8W6bltWu92rN1w/s400/Truffle+Fest+2011+130.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581775223126883634" /></a> <em>Sinclair Philips, owner of <a href="http://www.sookeharbourhouse.com/">Sooke Harbour House </a>on Vancouver Island has a childlike fascination with truffles. Look at how his eyes light up!</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEP8-vixM2X74jECzglV14hwOQYJfbJ8gRTq5IoZcBdOjbFLP0ZfOUxA7ZHZ1ikXeXw2nQ0K2DLzV5Ss-9vIIoqL-WBJolz1S1UlhJ7CTdVESv6iiFp4FzKbVhyphenhyphenoyr_9fDrfU4eg/s1600/Truffle+Fest+2011+126.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEP8-vixM2X74jECzglV14hwOQYJfbJ8gRTq5IoZcBdOjbFLP0ZfOUxA7ZHZ1ikXeXw2nQ0K2DLzV5Ss-9vIIoqL-WBJolz1S1UlhJ7CTdVESv6iiFp4FzKbVhyphenhyphenoyr_9fDrfU4eg/s400/Truffle+Fest+2011+126.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581768973799378162" /></a><br />Sinclair is a Slow Food Convivium leader in the Northwest. His soup will just have to wait until he's finished photographing a handful of black truffles.<br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3WaVE-kGhB4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />Here's Sinclair talking up Willamette Valley Vineyard's wine at the dinner!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOPu7rbsuYj4PLC165MHWwMrvTyR3cjOJCNPGYu8na6uCiWzmixEvHnh014x3bFR_EEfrP0fDJpVDO0iq2R85YQbZQ1bFPGLQPyNTa51SGPGurTOnObRtp7XOR02Pgd8ARnI79gg/s1600/Truffle+Fest+2011+123.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575105058722196866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOPu7rbsuYj4PLC165MHWwMrvTyR3cjOJCNPGYu8na6uCiWzmixEvHnh014x3bFR_EEfrP0fDJpVDO0iq2R85YQbZQ1bFPGLQPyNTa51SGPGurTOnObRtp7XOR02Pgd8ARnI79gg/s400/Truffle+Fest+2011+123.jpg" /></a> A few hundred dollars worth of these addictive fungi!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNdufrOZWimU0_iYDjkdDIauqwhqfmACyQAQfn4bqzrUZvJbcEY0fz3tTuawsZC0ZyfrCbmQgRGKSWHE6tg9qbtA36pr0Swa-elKJApo2Pl8ybdRcUMzx_7TLcchhfukdlPRV2xA/s1600/Truffle+Fest+2011+132.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNdufrOZWimU0_iYDjkdDIauqwhqfmACyQAQfn4bqzrUZvJbcEY0fz3tTuawsZC0ZyfrCbmQgRGKSWHE6tg9qbtA36pr0Swa-elKJApo2Pl8ybdRcUMzx_7TLcchhfukdlPRV2xA/s400/Truffle+Fest+2011+132.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581763144646796434" /></a> Artist, photographer and truffle sniffer, Douglas Gayeton, was in our neighborhood to research ideas for his book <a href="http://www.gayeton.com/lexicon_of_sustainability.html">Lexicon of Sustainability</a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXttkjU1JG_YoEMtDHLYn4bWeDB89zK5ho_X7308Kxgghulvel-tp0jRaqOjYenSa7DR2myNLOyPTCMY-Cl56HfghpaMVCBUTuBpoSk2CL6AIwTjGEimIuhNXIcM3FETvztVXaHQ/s1600/Truffle+Fest+2011+127.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXttkjU1JG_YoEMtDHLYn4bWeDB89zK5ho_X7308Kxgghulvel-tp0jRaqOjYenSa7DR2myNLOyPTCMY-Cl56HfghpaMVCBUTuBpoSk2CL6AIwTjGEimIuhNXIcM3FETvztVXaHQ/s400/Truffle+Fest+2011+127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575116764883560210" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWcPxSxuB26QWCCjX7gkg_PucWtdHoIcnqYHjdsHdJeOlYwOcp-9qUBy1a7NE-ljlPxe3AwL_HFBf7IvwECCpJVBwgpIWoKBE43pzFItevQAftUk3bZnBXS2tY2NPvKU1KPdqeQ/s1600/Truffle+Fest+2011+138.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575115557987093314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWcPxSxuB26QWCCjX7gkg_PucWtdHoIcnqYHjdsHdJeOlYwOcp-9qUBy1a7NE-ljlPxe3AwL_HFBf7IvwECCpJVBwgpIWoKBE43pzFItevQAftUk3bZnBXS2tY2NPvKU1KPdqeQ/s400/Truffle+Fest+2011+138.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBA6JMTTWMJyuh87EnaQOclGIpgfsedVt8Chl9Qt3Ch7sCyk5G5AZv9Nb_f591V7FDAee8pwqTe5jnWRIcS0o8e8FBjzyu04eZvOmKpTyT0nbVdmJwfiqop7M8Leif2V0HZzIYwg/s1600/Truffle+Fest+2011+136.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575115406329017682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBA6JMTTWMJyuh87EnaQOclGIpgfsedVt8Chl9Qt3Ch7sCyk5G5AZv9Nb_f591V7FDAee8pwqTe5jnWRIcS0o8e8FBjzyu04eZvOmKpTyT0nbVdmJwfiqop7M8Leif2V0HZzIYwg/s400/Truffle+Fest+2011+136.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghP8tQ4fvcTXrcbyvie3JyH2LVs5PejmPw1WddV_58BSXfgx-7YSiQ08q_CeOZOq5wcmGdv3RG45SAapY7NgyQgw7u2npZwxW7v8a0Yda_phgpciRMowQ-dX5a9NbjMaiK7mufRQ/s1600/Truffle+Fest+2011+146.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghP8tQ4fvcTXrcbyvie3JyH2LVs5PejmPw1WddV_58BSXfgx-7YSiQ08q_CeOZOq5wcmGdv3RG45SAapY7NgyQgw7u2npZwxW7v8a0Yda_phgpciRMowQ-dX5a9NbjMaiK7mufRQ/s400/Truffle+Fest+2011+146.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575116534291289858" /></a><strong>The perfect Oregon dish! </strong> Jason Stoller Smith, executive chef at Timberline Lodge cooked up this delicious Oregon lamb with black truffle stuffed lamb breast, black truffle parsnip puree with rootbeer and truffle gelees and chervil and grape gremolata.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDVUMn-qnoj0GVMAInTfYAqCWE0xIRajQpb2R9i0mIXcaCHiWUgHS5cmrtiTsrLz3O2cT8qDMd_YNZvKlXZyZUjm-pJ7T1SN2iqZbxuyTjqQk-nIvgku8Y-pjNpTlh_EFGzubzPw/s1600/Truffle+Fest+2011+145.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDVUMn-qnoj0GVMAInTfYAqCWE0xIRajQpb2R9i0mIXcaCHiWUgHS5cmrtiTsrLz3O2cT8qDMd_YNZvKlXZyZUjm-pJ7T1SN2iqZbxuyTjqQk-nIvgku8Y-pjNpTlh_EFGzubzPw/s400/Truffle+Fest+2011+145.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581768615955714802" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQPgCK8OnYJUpY9MtQel_K-Jb1-hwFnE6Cko7cJVl0BaaAMaVQlmfp8vn2UntZwKchABzdtl4M4wuPGS9ru0FW_DFdGsJaavmQHUq41N9dzcQBg1laiv0i5bQrNFgtVYXnRlqW-A/s1600/Truffle+Fest+2011+140.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQPgCK8OnYJUpY9MtQel_K-Jb1-hwFnE6Cko7cJVl0BaaAMaVQlmfp8vn2UntZwKchABzdtl4M4wuPGS9ru0FW_DFdGsJaavmQHUq41N9dzcQBg1laiv0i5bQrNFgtVYXnRlqW-A/s400/Truffle+Fest+2011+140.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581768160179772546" /></a><em>Imagine our joy when they passed around whole truffles and grater! </em><br /><br />FYI: Next week, Rex Pickett, the author of “Sideways,” the book that helped fuel the popularity of pinot noir wines will be in Portland to talk about his new book, “Vertical" in which characters Miles and Jack head to Oregon to taste some wines at vineyards like <a href="http://www.vanduzer.com/">Van Duzer.</a> Here's a link to <a href="http://www.winespectator.com/webfeature/show/id/Film-%28Pinot%29-Noir-New-Movie-Explores-Love-Wine-and-Love-of-Wine_2252">Sideways</a><br /><br />Stay tuned for PART TWO of my Oregon Truffle adventure, plus videos of the truffle dog training!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVXKcolWzpVAuAi9KwrceTIHvQpAKyNP33JlO-2kn57Rnicbx-NKYthtvgiStLmfEYd5TvID4lSAGMU1L7pBK7bj-ZbR2_5yyQio9jp-B5i1Gkkx8iQKqSBzZwXLK9CdppxfWKwg/s1600/Truffle+Fest+2011+167.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVXKcolWzpVAuAi9KwrceTIHvQpAKyNP33JlO-2kn57Rnicbx-NKYthtvgiStLmfEYd5TvID4lSAGMU1L7pBK7bj-ZbR2_5yyQio9jp-B5i1Gkkx8iQKqSBzZwXLK9CdppxfWKwg/s400/Truffle+Fest+2011+167.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581769638808277058" /></a><br /><em>Cheryl Crumbley, marketing director of Lane County's United Way smells bing cherries in her glass of Willamette Valley Vineyard's pinot noir at the Grand Truffle Dinner in Eugene last month.</em>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-44732095718785650502011-01-07T16:08:00.000-08:002011-01-10T09:40:30.313-08:00<strong>Cascade Baking Company is rolling in the green-- and yellow!</strong><br /><br /><blockquote>One bakery in Salem Oregon is feeling the love for the Oregon Ducks today and making bank with green and yellow bread to celebrate today's BCS Championship game in Arizona. Cascade Baking Company say's they'll make 100 loaves for U of O fans today. GO DUCKS!</blockquote><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzfeNC0CayzG2ZAbLV_OOvt5oEfASkKoxswA1vWueA4WWTNeDXadr55-kZPz50pW41Sj2CHMOF_xLsCPWgrIDLdNqg3rdPR0A67joP4KNaqfcfTDQN8J5A1tXCn0krHCkh1nVD-Q/s1600/Cascade+Bakery+205.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzfeNC0CayzG2ZAbLV_OOvt5oEfASkKoxswA1vWueA4WWTNeDXadr55-kZPz50pW41Sj2CHMOF_xLsCPWgrIDLdNqg3rdPR0A67joP4KNaqfcfTDQN8J5A1tXCn0krHCkh1nVD-Q/s400/Cascade+Bakery+205.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559600940401989698" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMeUrh_amWL5ktCJbcm2m13mHVCIRw35KJeIhb1Yy6oZ6QR5VPwB3PdgSDvexjNvmZrig41wxVD1rHKfX8bJD9DI4G4HApUt4b5rDzYb6FgwVWiUY-glXMtvIG3iMvS-gNAv5J9w/s1600/Cascade+Bakery+237.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMeUrh_amWL5ktCJbcm2m13mHVCIRw35KJeIhb1Yy6oZ6QR5VPwB3PdgSDvexjNvmZrig41wxVD1rHKfX8bJD9DI4G4HApUt4b5rDzYb6FgwVWiUY-glXMtvIG3iMvS-gNAv5J9w/s320/Cascade+Bakery+237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559602828732833362" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeoZODA1Flnbc1mhHSahHILE7vYe6mSBjIjrhs5CBRk0pQ9_7XPtZv8-ayLk8e1v1ZvsXhsjs2LC_tj63ven2_TuuvJveQ8oArdVkH-tN32QHENbHHxrePg2qFC5K4s_PCA57YMg/s1600/Cascade+Bakery+207.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeoZODA1Flnbc1mhHSahHILE7vYe6mSBjIjrhs5CBRk0pQ9_7XPtZv8-ayLk8e1v1ZvsXhsjs2LC_tj63ven2_TuuvJveQ8oArdVkH-tN32QHENbHHxrePg2qFC5K4s_PCA57YMg/s400/Cascade+Bakery+207.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559601942724154562" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUPhg-WyOY48T6E4lWg8karYEMKoKQhLBwkL8vfukSYKgn7o0NOr3FWkeLy6VR7wftox1bxTF-qucJBmJkr3w2vJ_16E6WZkMGdwyDq2KgFuhEmdNqDidtGVgV1uylE9w90uhtpw/s1600/Cascade+Bakery+229.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUPhg-WyOY48T6E4lWg8karYEMKoKQhLBwkL8vfukSYKgn7o0NOr3FWkeLy6VR7wftox1bxTF-qucJBmJkr3w2vJ_16E6WZkMGdwyDq2KgFuhEmdNqDidtGVgV1uylE9w90uhtpw/s320/Cascade+Bakery+229.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559601676073572562" /></a><br /><br />Here's a video of some of the bakers cooking up their special bread for the game!<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1JviLI1l_Jk?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1JviLI1l_Jk?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIzHY8iu4NzGkPk9aB_UCFFwCaET5srWHgylgqFilEqQz1uLuGYXIbJJY7pOXS85VWJoi8HhlMk8Pifx7JpAoKHst3wVlK7mK1hI9KlDvCyP-yS5tv3yp7-sLPNLSFyiiZ3Sk3zQ/s1600/Cascade+Bakery+209.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIzHY8iu4NzGkPk9aB_UCFFwCaET5srWHgylgqFilEqQz1uLuGYXIbJJY7pOXS85VWJoi8HhlMk8Pifx7JpAoKHst3wVlK7mK1hI9KlDvCyP-yS5tv3yp7-sLPNLSFyiiZ3Sk3zQ/s400/Cascade+Bakery+209.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559602183461372642" /></a><br /><br />Cascade Baking Company makes non-alien like looking bread too (unlike the green and yellow bread in the photos above.) They make some wonderful artisan breads. One loaf is made with wheat grown in the Willamette Valley grown at Stalford Seed Farmers in Tangent. <br /><br />It's an oddity that the wet Willamette Valley is able to grow wheat for bread flour, Stalford Seed Farms in one of the first farms to grow this special bread wheat able to withstand the wet. It's been boon for bakers who want to bypass commodity wheat and keep the "LOCAL" label on their bread.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwYXlcELUgSdGqwMf4eloS0h2bgeHpbIQvpKZn70nq5W2AWwgjThD-IwuNq2t9Bku5BLyL0WJtr-fq6mtrYMrabW-CNKkatCFFfjpECZ7p9vWSwzgs4peA9e7a8DzU45YI8-Ld4Q/s1600/Cascade+Bakery+241.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwYXlcELUgSdGqwMf4eloS0h2bgeHpbIQvpKZn70nq5W2AWwgjThD-IwuNq2t9Bku5BLyL0WJtr-fq6mtrYMrabW-CNKkatCFFfjpECZ7p9vWSwzgs4peA9e7a8DzU45YI8-Ld4Q/s400/Cascade+Bakery+241.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559602307845942530" /></a><br /><br />The wheat is milled in Brownsville, Oregon and is courser than other wheat.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhePtsNBh_PQ5nI1Kd7tCHQMjca0h1AImNCkOOXRXELW14nCFBZjKBfoE4KttYUzrHy6xoq7ippm8kdKzcYHzenOrZ2ll3q9fLbTMcbkScCrDOTMLnwu9pwrhbicZbSk0HprgACrg/s1600/Cascade+Bakery+223.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhePtsNBh_PQ5nI1Kd7tCHQMjca0h1AImNCkOOXRXELW14nCFBZjKBfoE4KttYUzrHy6xoq7ippm8kdKzcYHzenOrZ2ll3q9fLbTMcbkScCrDOTMLnwu9pwrhbicZbSk0HprgACrg/s400/Cascade+Bakery+223.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559602082985365298" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWshWp3-S6RhudqyT_T5W4TYL788olJmWWPYDZyHccDkTrU5wSZUpfGDLKwEC3Gn5B8qqsnf6f-rXzL7nfPw8iDlyF3OpibH6WpqFybxMstMb1aL4IQxEQcXG3plCAeZifAUrZKg/s1600/Cascade+Bakery+210.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWshWp3-S6RhudqyT_T5W4TYL788olJmWWPYDZyHccDkTrU5wSZUpfGDLKwEC3Gn5B8qqsnf6f-rXzL7nfPw8iDlyF3OpibH6WpqFybxMstMb1aL4IQxEQcXG3plCAeZifAUrZKg/s320/Cascade+Bakery+210.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559602625787536930" /></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-23092611243159360162010-11-19T15:17:00.001-08:002011-06-14T16:46:08.762-07:00<strong><em>One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest Pie</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBVy8XmE44vS2oyh0nq41Ah6lj1JZxs07mjJimL3TmC268tbuaG2bERqra9K7ZIf3iGESAYmc0bCypRNispxRE-uKhKovGPIvBzA-f0wBt9AoZQBPwenY0FlWYLV0s_9o-PmozpQ/s1600/Aunt+Bee%2527s+House+009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBVy8XmE44vS2oyh0nq41Ah6lj1JZxs07mjJimL3TmC268tbuaG2bERqra9K7ZIf3iGESAYmc0bCypRNispxRE-uKhKovGPIvBzA-f0wBt9AoZQBPwenY0FlWYLV0s_9o-PmozpQ/s400/Aunt+Bee%2527s+House+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541413843141903202" /></a><br /><blockquote>Today, November 19th, marks the anniversary of the premier of <em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/video/screenplay/vi3992191769/">One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest </a></em>film by brilliant director Milos Forman.</blockquote> I just moved to Salem, Oregon, a few hours away from Ken Kesey's hometown of Springfield, Oregon. Salem is also home to the Oregon State Mental Hospital where they filmed the classic flick back in the 70'.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUcKtpTtTZ3Oun_Op98E4Tdgwf4q4TqmVaRsrLh-P_rkmyWCzAYBtYhK8UtXoY4Eb9OCWYlViyX-pGeC8ULtoRrUXiQJ9u9s3Y_okjg958XxhOJEqj1Mz-NAPpYK6ZMHaDXZGo7A/s1600/One_Flew_Over_the_Cuckoo%2527s_Nest_poster.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUcKtpTtTZ3Oun_Op98E4Tdgwf4q4TqmVaRsrLh-P_rkmyWCzAYBtYhK8UtXoY4Eb9OCWYlViyX-pGeC8ULtoRrUXiQJ9u9s3Y_okjg958XxhOJEqj1Mz-NAPpYK6ZMHaDXZGo7A/s400/One_Flew_Over_the_Cuckoo%2527s_Nest_poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541426932173241842" /></a><br />Interestingly, Salem just unveiled the new Oregon State Mental hospital to replace the 127-year old hospital where the film was set. It's a far cry from how the film portrays the hospital. It's a state-of-the-art space where patients will receive some of the best treatment available.<br /><br />One night after watching One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, I decided to bake a pie in honor of the movie.. and what did I use as main ingredients?... <em>duh</em>, nuts and banannas!<br /><br />Here's my rough recipe:<br /><br />I heated up sugar, carmelizing it, then added butter, chocolate chips, a bit of cinnamon and cardamom and poured the mixture over whole walnuts, which gave them a toffee-like flavor.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1TtZpAZne6LwQoVOi3s5wtETVPfd3td2a5Q90gzSNhK5vxU_cMQELNB3U4dZ8Y_CI-RhMeuYFccKxR8zG9Imm-ce-s94RutoaL2mKrg8yNfnqFhyphenhyphen08SA6q1GEkS2ukTnwVU8a5Q/s1600/Aunt+Bee%2527s+House+002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1TtZpAZne6LwQoVOi3s5wtETVPfd3td2a5Q90gzSNhK5vxU_cMQELNB3U4dZ8Y_CI-RhMeuYFccKxR8zG9Imm-ce-s94RutoaL2mKrg8yNfnqFhyphenhyphen08SA6q1GEkS2ukTnwVU8a5Q/s400/Aunt+Bee%2527s+House+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541403951043500386" /></a><br /><br />I chopped up the toffee-coated walnuts and put them on the bottom of a pie crust and then added ripe banannas.<br /><br />I made a quick custard with eggs, sugar, butter, vanilla and milk and poured it over the top of the pie then sprinkled cinnamon over the top. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA_kqduSIyig7gJkh4NBd4FIlCk7IT2un58fzwueSzyAwnS7Ru_VzWMFJjJ37bLARqUBR5zZq0MHs4dqXevNwQDPkoxFUMWLWZrEWkFbuggy5bEw2rkOwpnlbKyAyjrX_hVFF0EQ/s1600/Aunt+Bee%2527s+House+005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA_kqduSIyig7gJkh4NBd4FIlCk7IT2un58fzwueSzyAwnS7Ru_VzWMFJjJ37bLARqUBR5zZq0MHs4dqXevNwQDPkoxFUMWLWZrEWkFbuggy5bEw2rkOwpnlbKyAyjrX_hVFF0EQ/s400/Aunt+Bee%2527s+House+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541404370912833410" /></a><br /><br />When I make this pie again, I plan to use milk from the Springfield Creamery, the creamery that produces Nancy's Yogurts, and is Kesey's original dairy run by Ken Kesey's older brother Chuck, his wife Sue and their son Kit and daughter Sheryl. Read this Seattle Times article <a href="http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/pacificnw/2005/0116/taste.html">Counter Culture</a> about the different lives Ken and Chuck lived and the Springfield Dairy.<br /><br />Then I cooked the pie until the banannas were soft and pie crust brown.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbT-kaVU1rkkF63STqCepNxw1VIaMY5mJHDeW7bocl42qxrPRayGyuGK6NEV9ooeX29N7IUyjDK8VI3-O1fipehH5Ar6ELPcaM37oq5BBWC7dr6IcvNVuyb3I3pNvS2HBpjA3Yw/s1600/Aunt+Bee%2527s+House+009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbT-kaVU1rkkF63STqCepNxw1VIaMY5mJHDeW7bocl42qxrPRayGyuGK6NEV9ooeX29N7IUyjDK8VI3-O1fipehH5Ar6ELPcaM37oq5BBWC7dr6IcvNVuyb3I3pNvS2HBpjA3Yw/s400/Aunt+Bee%2527s+House+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541404914456835506" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEN4HQS-5LkK43zqx5nvJlnop8zR60PX1nXF_q24HElLbuBHMf35kUdkR1eT5ZsZY5DzxAWREldOUpHHKmMjAlogeCnXrjYRLPvAIGhoXJS3nqFdZoiSa1LyABn6vd0Inzx06yjg/s1600/Aunt+Bee%2527s+House+015.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEN4HQS-5LkK43zqx5nvJlnop8zR60PX1nXF_q24HElLbuBHMf35kUdkR1eT5ZsZY5DzxAWREldOUpHHKmMjAlogeCnXrjYRLPvAIGhoXJS3nqFdZoiSa1LyABn6vd0Inzx06yjg/s400/Aunt+Bee%2527s+House+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541404254152550642" /></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-69202154373430216472010-10-22T17:04:00.000-07:002010-11-10T16:32:50.468-08:00<strong>Windfall of Apples</strong><br /><blockquote>This fall, my brother Brig took it upon himself to keep as many Southern Idaho apples from rotting on the ground as is humanly possible. He enlisted his whole family as apple-picking agents and also recruited me to join his special forces!</blockquote><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1byhsbS2H8CHxrTENt90L8UVDLUD7q-vr98HWDPAmBtUpxuy2aKimoY4oR-McWJwwtmGRaUiHJ82FpDl-08rMYz0acGdRHS7AgNuW6qFe_vLJoqdBD8xjwrvoN-oXtFsQUqmk7g/s1600/Apple+pressing+046.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531027525750679202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1byhsbS2H8CHxrTENt90L8UVDLUD7q-vr98HWDPAmBtUpxuy2aKimoY4oR-McWJwwtmGRaUiHJ82FpDl-08rMYz0acGdRHS7AgNuW6qFe_vLJoqdBD8xjwrvoN-oXtFsQUqmk7g/s400/Apple+pressing+046.jpg" /></a><br />He and his wife Missy loaded their family in the van, picked up me and mom, and drove through the back roads of Idaho looking for neglected apple trees for <a href="http://www.wsu.edu/~wldciv/world_civ_reader/world_civ_reader_2/frost_apple.html">apple picking</a>. My brother's neighbor had built an apple cider press and a few families in his neighborhood had planned to get together and press cider.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTZUu-alOdR6dfnroCokP4oyV1bvy40vpRMWbLMsDk0B8MZqhG__kX5wwjanOU_rfDISFw1zrP2TREldoa_uFk0_qmW2q3qk6gVtpYY99bywkzdXtYLIc55azHxtUDyMN7u0cBDQ/s1600/Apple+pressing+027.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531026737528414082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTZUu-alOdR6dfnroCokP4oyV1bvy40vpRMWbLMsDk0B8MZqhG__kX5wwjanOU_rfDISFw1zrP2TREldoa_uFk0_qmW2q3qk6gVtpYY99bywkzdXtYLIc55azHxtUDyMN7u0cBDQ/s400/Apple+pressing+027.jpg" /></a><br /><br />It's amazing how many apples go to waste. Delicious, wild apples from trees that are neglected. Many people just get busy and don't take the time to pick their apples. Perhaps year after year they just get tired of picking and making oddles of apple products with their harvest, so trees go neglected.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJYmyGXPFYV-XUyI31lmoxoHn5jardmvGLLjkpflgNJ1YAqoTz9K1W3S64KK3n5tvMUk7riEehV3KUikxVa-cISViYUZejgI2h4ZEzNi9FQU6oucxr3CBtZP-L-2UVvaeE8pRNiQ/s1600/Apple+pressing+010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJYmyGXPFYV-XUyI31lmoxoHn5jardmvGLLjkpflgNJ1YAqoTz9K1W3S64KK3n5tvMUk7riEehV3KUikxVa-cISViYUZejgI2h4ZEzNi9FQU6oucxr3CBtZP-L-2UVvaeE8pRNiQ/s400/Apple+pressing+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531032081574604562" /></a><br /><br />But there's something a little sad to me about seeing rotting apples on the ground when there are people who go hungry and when it costs a few bucks a pound to buy apples in the store.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6VsgPVA6xxjTDvbiE7Y3cU8QT46CgRr1nvTAsqs3l8ozX-ZatGuxtTy5HapIOUAb75m9O_Nt5u8VMdACvx_s6Gb2jWNDjf_kV5MTadNkcDLTU08iSu_5XlMreU_WprzsI8jR6Lg/s1600/Apple+pressing+052.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531026961242700610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6VsgPVA6xxjTDvbiE7Y3cU8QT46CgRr1nvTAsqs3l8ozX-ZatGuxtTy5HapIOUAb75m9O_Nt5u8VMdACvx_s6Gb2jWNDjf_kV5MTadNkcDLTU08iSu_5XlMreU_WprzsI8jR6Lg/s400/Apple+pressing+052.jpg" /></a><br /><em>Here's my sister-in-law, Missy, standing by some waxy looking conventional apples.</em><br /><br /><strong>So, here was Brig's strategy:</strong> 1) FIND a tree that's bulging with apples (with apples littering the ground near the trunk) 2) KNOCK on the door of the closest neighboring home. 3) ASK politely to pick the apples, offering the landowner a bushel. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlsrnH4vMoEvWa_lxV8isbtu8A77_PIsy_YjmQ3oN1f4JRxoeCNGe31OPp0E2TbVZCO7GIOYRPv46hVTTLZV94GjgHwhRxwB25mBHAq6oK7KnzQxCKNi48h4BIfxE-MI5RvvNg7g/s1600/Apple+pressing+033.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlsrnH4vMoEvWa_lxV8isbtu8A77_PIsy_YjmQ3oN1f4JRxoeCNGe31OPp0E2TbVZCO7GIOYRPv46hVTTLZV94GjgHwhRxwB25mBHAq6oK7KnzQxCKNi48h4BIfxE-MI5RvvNg7g/s400/Apple+pressing+033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531032820127264930" /></a><br /><em>I'm taking this photo from inside the van where we wait to see if we can descend on this guy's trees like a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1YNy2R3hg2Q&feature=fvw">swarm of hungry locusts</a>. Brig is talking to a friendly farmer who said, "sure, take as many as you want, just leave me a bag on my front porch!"</em><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531026828406783266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJtM288W3eRfKliNQ4UkT7QZ67ngmf_NUk2Un0zGvN-KJpH9ckSe4L_NFUTpNdIggNiZU5bZomQr7ZiXtD8O70PsVF853XPwMxIT-5WjtkRrocVPm8FoPaWO490VqP-43UartG3A/s400/Apple+pressing+023.jpg" /><br /><br />My brother and mother decided to be the tree climbers. It was pretty great to see my 60-something year old mom high in a tree. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqbXFNLsDgG_-Os7hzzv3vBowwuLTekpKb8gaSM9YqEZTTQsiMlXmER9WoSFPihjfS57ULt82jSFSWBNEyTtzjnIy1hg96t96tTkNKG6uAhhMlWLPpkCLRfZUl-oGxbshNIGGEwA/s1600/Apple+pressing+014.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqbXFNLsDgG_-Os7hzzv3vBowwuLTekpKb8gaSM9YqEZTTQsiMlXmER9WoSFPihjfS57ULt82jSFSWBNEyTtzjnIy1hg96t96tTkNKG6uAhhMlWLPpkCLRfZUl-oGxbshNIGGEwA/s400/Apple+pressing+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531046969430956706" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTM4xNb81c4wTPoSEGj5vkYY7cGa2j2o0MhSeRtH3hsnYKnUxRThQT8MILsHTyWm4-73mhSj8iPzGSTfdJk9LZG2FkKxpqr6e6hUbhgVYkxXDFYUNqsmJjGGWW5SvPt7JB5SzpkA/s1600/Apple+pressing+034.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTM4xNb81c4wTPoSEGj5vkYY7cGa2j2o0MhSeRtH3hsnYKnUxRThQT8MILsHTyWm4-73mhSj8iPzGSTfdJk9LZG2FkKxpqr6e6hUbhgVYkxXDFYUNqsmJjGGWW5SvPt7JB5SzpkA/s400/Apple+pressing+034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531034494583792594" /></a><br /><em>Missy is reaching up to pick a lovely apple!</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuDPbYRtnhyphenhyphenuGpwwe8_QMWjiB-qLhZmVhH3pi1Wf-vFiTaeP6xWAeCRJDdnVmQcNZ5ImAeVOsUo1rf7qtWmcqqbO-HFF4YqGpA1y2zNB9zWyMwYNmIZ3WjW9MwYnXcgUv255247A/s1600/Apple+pressing+043.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuDPbYRtnhyphenhyphenuGpwwe8_QMWjiB-qLhZmVhH3pi1Wf-vFiTaeP6xWAeCRJDdnVmQcNZ5ImAeVOsUo1rf7qtWmcqqbO-HFF4YqGpA1y2zNB9zWyMwYNmIZ3WjW9MwYnXcgUv255247A/s400/Apple+pressing+043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531036338461248434" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgASPpTyDTBvIKUTFtiBGYppUxyiO-cYFfJioM9ZUMcJLH30dxT-bPjQ7_dwxXOhrjWQXOeRs6DEanS2LDdps8iItT9G-ugJpKiimmmMVxCha7dt9mdnfc-KRI0Gs4iVHLMmXhU7g/s1600/Apple+pressing+036.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgASPpTyDTBvIKUTFtiBGYppUxyiO-cYFfJioM9ZUMcJLH30dxT-bPjQ7_dwxXOhrjWQXOeRs6DEanS2LDdps8iItT9G-ugJpKiimmmMVxCha7dt9mdnfc-KRI0Gs4iVHLMmXhU7g/s400/Apple+pressing+036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531034045502226194" /></a><br /><em>My nephew Dylan has no fear, he was trying to get as high up in the tree as possible. He's part monkey, like this <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X8Ofgy5btNY&feature=related">monkey guy.</a></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQZaCwBEqC8gCcrJ7ZYn478yqcbMcwYTydEmTtFZBXb3H-d_xP6CR4cnhasRMGbiz0xN-Mry32Hc9yXGGbf-8etvT4S_YuDIFzio34SOnbMvqWYjsEVvGsZtKe5Sj-VzXXRLmI8w/s1600/Apple+pressing+049.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQZaCwBEqC8gCcrJ7ZYn478yqcbMcwYTydEmTtFZBXb3H-d_xP6CR4cnhasRMGbiz0xN-Mry32Hc9yXGGbf-8etvT4S_YuDIFzio34SOnbMvqWYjsEVvGsZtKe5Sj-VzXXRLmI8w/s400/Apple+pressing+049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531034913775140034" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizJJDTlgq6_5K4ADZ2C8kgJkJh08UXzZl61QlGlwQUOki24XgM6cselZB7c8qIgE3RLac9TKP4W6-S2MvXucnh07-sdlAkTGw_TDyKV2nAsZ8-RUU9K39RYL47YhfOlVNDdBLhGg/s1600/Apple+pressing+048.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizJJDTlgq6_5K4ADZ2C8kgJkJh08UXzZl61QlGlwQUOki24XgM6cselZB7c8qIgE3RLac9TKP4W6-S2MvXucnh07-sdlAkTGw_TDyKV2nAsZ8-RUU9K39RYL47YhfOlVNDdBLhGg/s400/Apple+pressing+048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531034852552058050" /></a><br /><br />We collected about 3 large rectangular tubs full of apples, loaded them in the back, then headed home to where we'd press the apples into cider!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgktmQFhZ3VKXxv1wSG7JZ_lvOVxSr7BNXCgvSQDqeOVdKci7E9VcMeB0L33OQBquXy0pbh54ecr39qFoxBuPGY2csAwdlOBSRZwH1WB8cftUUDHN3O92aUZLCQVFmer9i2A7gEew/s1600/Apple+pressing+070.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgktmQFhZ3VKXxv1wSG7JZ_lvOVxSr7BNXCgvSQDqeOVdKci7E9VcMeB0L33OQBquXy0pbh54ecr39qFoxBuPGY2csAwdlOBSRZwH1WB8cftUUDHN3O92aUZLCQVFmer9i2A7gEew/s400/Apple+pressing+070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531035742201013394" /></a><br /><br />We took off the leaves and washed the apples.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0NDr6CZ26fpcoa12hfIOOV9IBBTrRbBgYKi_7dLjqI_cnxs7EKSkQTHbontzFqF3JvooOV4LuG3QlqYNgPWu-BowHf4MWKbXazdg9mrGbvNvQ2Y4o_nhJG0mSlOUR8iurVmdbww/s1600/Apple+pressing+062.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0NDr6CZ26fpcoa12hfIOOV9IBBTrRbBgYKi_7dLjqI_cnxs7EKSkQTHbontzFqF3JvooOV4LuG3QlqYNgPWu-BowHf4MWKbXazdg9mrGbvNvQ2Y4o_nhJG0mSlOUR8iurVmdbww/s400/Apple+pressing+062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531035075932875730" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_6hbUEFcgLZTi18-u-ZV1BQhErGur8f9JLetB-7SUtNC1yAcG6taT8Uk9pv87mkbdv8WxP5Ry8WVIefWk4jFQlCru1t8y5TPie5lFCmjgISjlOfiavupUSVirunspyY1ScvfEAQ/s1600/Apple+pressing+076.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_6hbUEFcgLZTi18-u-ZV1BQhErGur8f9JLetB-7SUtNC1yAcG6taT8Uk9pv87mkbdv8WxP5Ry8WVIefWk4jFQlCru1t8y5TPie5lFCmjgISjlOfiavupUSVirunspyY1ScvfEAQ/s400/Apple+pressing+076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531037560837433522" /></a><br />This cute guy is my boyfriend Andrew (the one in the background, not the chicken). When Andrew was not distracted by the novelty of feeding Brig's <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p_2_EJogf2A">dancing chickens</a> out of his hand, he was helping turn the wheel that pressed the apples into cider!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFV1XuV5lspMayYVhqYPC_hmhlqmBwuKlTWK6Ql8VxySaowsV8uZCDAQCTvl1bFVKEKYMlAWtOrJLX_j_Hm3sjyYWKX56dPLkGR241Qk-yfYxCdNOzvKi2-hlvIYJt9-yImpKygQ/s1600/Apple+pressing+082.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFV1XuV5lspMayYVhqYPC_hmhlqmBwuKlTWK6Ql8VxySaowsV8uZCDAQCTvl1bFVKEKYMlAWtOrJLX_j_Hm3sjyYWKX56dPLkGR241Qk-yfYxCdNOzvKi2-hlvIYJt9-yImpKygQ/s400/Apple+pressing+082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531038165727759826" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjogQMlrX80t_iPKqJad_nZWpXRkFsjIujgHcuBSKNUPMD6UkTT4cNXpMyJr-QMRvLViHDOQbiPWVWuvtv1iTUNqlzqPeOc9tpyN_BM2Vx4pT9PdmBbxcsalN37xFsQYku-rlH5JA/s1600/Apple+pressing+072.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjogQMlrX80t_iPKqJad_nZWpXRkFsjIujgHcuBSKNUPMD6UkTT4cNXpMyJr-QMRvLViHDOQbiPWVWuvtv1iTUNqlzqPeOc9tpyN_BM2Vx4pT9PdmBbxcsalN37xFsQYku-rlH5JA/s400/Apple+pressing+072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531035983372313762" /></a><br /><br />Pressing cider is a very manly activity! <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgxw8WxnE8oTneXllzSSmrLDgUk2JrUiiL59gTWVf5sZ1lH5KM54tOqxI7I4CQu2IzL3Lsio1n47rNPZOwfoA7mXymtkBGD9vuwVTsJ0O3lFw9cWhRYeTM_rSz-Tsf8o0wEm6Wxw/s1600/Apple+pressing+083.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgxw8WxnE8oTneXllzSSmrLDgUk2JrUiiL59gTWVf5sZ1lH5KM54tOqxI7I4CQu2IzL3Lsio1n47rNPZOwfoA7mXymtkBGD9vuwVTsJ0O3lFw9cWhRYeTM_rSz-Tsf8o0wEm6Wxw/s400/Apple+pressing+083.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531036527080716834" /></a><br /><br />My sister Cara is helping the kids throw the apples into a hand-cranked grinder.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcZXVHxThefHOnSpBfShBbz4H3i8Jq7NFGy5blCIUEM4sU9R8fXY-dngjFIhhiHkliViSXUCgwBKl2EJwmFhs354BZVN7HPpAs6D0_557oWaotoVS6ebYl1RluQM05kSP_oYLuGQ/s1600/Apple+pressing+079.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcZXVHxThefHOnSpBfShBbz4H3i8Jq7NFGy5blCIUEM4sU9R8fXY-dngjFIhhiHkliViSXUCgwBKl2EJwmFhs354BZVN7HPpAs6D0_557oWaotoVS6ebYl1RluQM05kSP_oYLuGQ/s400/Apple+pressing+079.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531036732036498882" /></a><br /><br />So what you do, is throw the apples in a little opening in the press that has a nobbly wheel inside, that turns the apples into pulp.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBSHgh_tU76AgFSQftBRmfarkuyAcZteS2ooPfN2oTvs6YrWn58WFIIAMYunp76bB7ZQZE2PJyIbvNCuDz-IC42WhyphenhyphenQLQL6CH5EcjwOlniy8eh27ufdNGevZ0R6luA6WlRBFh3Tw/s1600/Apple+pressing+084.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBSHgh_tU76AgFSQftBRmfarkuyAcZteS2ooPfN2oTvs6YrWn58WFIIAMYunp76bB7ZQZE2PJyIbvNCuDz-IC42WhyphenhyphenQLQL6CH5EcjwOlniy8eh27ufdNGevZ0R6luA6WlRBFh3Tw/s400/Apple+pressing+084.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531038566662093922" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Fb-wDsd5w5nyNSxwSes0giGZK0oNlh7MTfVYAlcr4_Jdzr0R_TLL8szSy5sOZqgI3O43vHh7JSplnbpLAt5cBmckryauEvmj3MoU33Sg-1Z_ZIGw2Z9syqtvp1vTe6fNs0Q8ug/s1600/Apple+pressing+086.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Fb-wDsd5w5nyNSxwSes0giGZK0oNlh7MTfVYAlcr4_Jdzr0R_TLL8szSy5sOZqgI3O43vHh7JSplnbpLAt5cBmckryauEvmj3MoU33Sg-1Z_ZIGw2Z9syqtvp1vTe6fNs0Q8ug/s400/Apple+pressing+086.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531039437149944274" /></a><br /><em>My favorite part of the press is this wonderfully sweet foam!!</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOQdlrwblsMfcgB55nkB1hIkHjGsIFDQXCXXByAMIfwMnDPgz3Igte0zpGAcU-_c9IiLHCCB3eJEPotcvxJl5gSAmvA6VMReSS3ru_yMv-SWmItOaHVHSmFq7bReDb9Cm7Bd0GlA/s1600/Apple+pressing+069.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOQdlrwblsMfcgB55nkB1hIkHjGsIFDQXCXXByAMIfwMnDPgz3Igte0zpGAcU-_c9IiLHCCB3eJEPotcvxJl5gSAmvA6VMReSS3ru_yMv-SWmItOaHVHSmFq7bReDb9Cm7Bd0GlA/s400/Apple+pressing+069.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531038766574988194" /></a><br /><em>What is left after you press out the juice!</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhowB2HMQOsRjajWzobQk5AEVf8IgNYAkp26HCSqQcY9s-ZWF_24UjkroP_wBfYrzQ7Bq3fqFt39a_3uLwZ2QCC5Gv3TI-9Qknxoh7xsFqmz1Z7zshuL5TicBXC94Ow4eD778B9Zw/s1600/Apple+pressing+066.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhowB2HMQOsRjajWzobQk5AEVf8IgNYAkp26HCSqQcY9s-ZWF_24UjkroP_wBfYrzQ7Bq3fqFt39a_3uLwZ2QCC5Gv3TI-9Qknxoh7xsFqmz1Z7zshuL5TicBXC94Ow4eD778B9Zw/s400/Apple+pressing+066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531039029817931314" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXEBVzY_A3X_Z-Kew1QGaJ6RG_8uFRQndHZuOCe4PQX8l8vDclBD5cLWWWHfDxuIM9O602WjhUUV6So2tsWw-yRED4paM8M0CDDro8rn1JUlXK1264wy3UdPg273XtaYX0F2ma8A/s1600/Apple+pressing+067.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXEBVzY_A3X_Z-Kew1QGaJ6RG_8uFRQndHZuOCe4PQX8l8vDclBD5cLWWWHfDxuIM9O602WjhUUV6So2tsWw-yRED4paM8M0CDDro8rn1JUlXK1264wy3UdPg273XtaYX0F2ma8A/s400/Apple+pressing+067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531035378503057330" /></a><br /><em>This is Brig holding up fresh beer, er, I mean cider. YUM!</em>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-91224349946196772062010-06-18T21:32:00.000-07:002010-08-30T17:50:37.447-07:00<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">The Skinny on Real Milk</span><br />Oregon dairyman sells cow shares in order to give customers raw milk<br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtWeXFgmxevlYiUqhQRzcXaXepwg7_TPPbD8wpnpgZ-Yk-XvHAfbScRVfjDaHy_fYFTQFhpq__hiZS8K3KLJoHPxSqg63Y-Qc5JXEdjRlgSGEwfzgbBjtue5HeoIQEAg8sOXLPMQ/s1600/Sisters+071.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484338339079347426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtWeXFgmxevlYiUqhQRzcXaXepwg7_TPPbD8wpnpgZ-Yk-XvHAfbScRVfjDaHy_fYFTQFhpq__hiZS8K3KLJoHPxSqg63Y-Qc5JXEdjRlgSGEwfzgbBjtue5HeoIQEAg8sOXLPMQ/s400/Sisters+071.jpg" /></a> <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Two guys who know cows:</span> Mike Duggan (on the left) raises cattle on 100 percent grass for beef on 200 acres at D&D Ranch in Terrabonne, a beautiful place close to Smith Rock State Park near Bend, Oregon. Beside him stands Bill Sieburg, the dairyman from Central Oregon Jersey Farm in La Pine who sells cow shares in order to offer locals raw, unpasteurized milk.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkdEBy1C3QbtpC4wdU5nZVruFqp_m_n7MlEf_D_Yw7HeApEF3st9hgc2F-HgLlLoigAszwrmbP9DhA8HZxd6rIU9ZsYGctC53evk4uU_1smjWblwUS8v-v_vadXp2WO4YrXIQGag/s1600/Mt+Hood-+Oregon+518.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511355675984249186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkdEBy1C3QbtpC4wdU5nZVruFqp_m_n7MlEf_D_Yw7HeApEF3st9hgc2F-HgLlLoigAszwrmbP9DhA8HZxd6rIU9ZsYGctC53evk4uU_1smjWblwUS8v-v_vadXp2WO4YrXIQGag/s400/Mt+Hood-+Oregon+518.jpg" /></a><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">A cow looks up from grazing on grass near Mike Duggan's farm, with a view of Smith Rock in the background.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwUng1nWZlnht2ZJ1g4VEJTnTLdgxeCaA1v2Iw71pGAndWj5zEnypyFX2cLbqH6MUqQqgSw6jjd5EqlF1fjmbmxPNlbl1JNZhIxE8GVhfFZRxvhouo-q4zgkfgR-earmVUiluEEw/s1600/Mt+Hood-+Oregon+500.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511358277614223074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwUng1nWZlnht2ZJ1g4VEJTnTLdgxeCaA1v2Iw71pGAndWj5zEnypyFX2cLbqH6MUqQqgSw6jjd5EqlF1fjmbmxPNlbl1JNZhIxE8GVhfFZRxvhouo-q4zgkfgR-earmVUiluEEw/s320/Mt+Hood-+Oregon+500.jpg" /></a><br />(Mike also sells this yummy honey produced by bees on his ranch.)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I spent a week in Bend, Oregon searching for "real" food and discovered what I think is one of the region's food gems: "real" milk. Pasture-fed, unprocessed and full-fat milk produced by purebred jersey cows from Central Oregon Jersey Farm. Billy Sieburg, the dairyman there, sells milk to people who come to the farm in La Pine and delivers the milk to CSA's in Redmond and Bend. I met Billy at the Agricultural Connections CSA created by Andrew Adams (in photo below:)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4oSRr36qyWGLw_udEoxSq0HGIDVu7mlmz2gj5qebO0vj2ckgCYoANiYkaEgA6rPh19-dA1Xttavp2V1uQIHY70jysIIeZgtp59UNNAoE_nRJZiFeiovjhpYV4qHTFUN25k_ObcQ/s1600/Mt+Hood-+Oregon+507.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511356823690870018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4oSRr36qyWGLw_udEoxSq0HGIDVu7mlmz2gj5qebO0vj2ckgCYoANiYkaEgA6rPh19-dA1Xttavp2V1uQIHY70jysIIeZgtp59UNNAoE_nRJZiFeiovjhpYV4qHTFUN25k_ObcQ/s400/Mt+Hood-+Oregon+507.jpg" /></a><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">A</span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">ndrew, above, sells produces and milk from the Bend CSA he created, that offers Bend locals</span> food from a 100-mile radius from the West, down in the Willamette Valley all the way to Madras in the Northeast.<br /><br />In Oregon it's illegal to sell raw milk, (the FDA is concerned about the risk of the milk carrying pathogens that cause disease) so the only way you can get it is to buy a cow and drink milk your cow produces. That's why the farmers at Central Oregon Jersey's Farm sells cow shares, enabling consumers to BUY A COW on their farm, allowing them to own a share of the herd.<br /><br />Most commercial milk comes from breeds of modern holsteins bred so that they can produce three times as much milk as the old-fashioned cows. Basically, we've created a kind of Franken-cow that produces lots more milk to keep up with our consumption. But the milk is lower quality and the cows also tend to get sicker more easily (with mastititis, etc.)<br /><br />Sieburg says he sells his buttery milk to people who are lactose intolerant. He says he's found that these folks can tolerate raw milk. He's a part of a movement that try to bring "real milk" back to the people. For more info, visit this Website dedicated to <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.realmilk.com">education about real milk.</a> Local Bend or La Pine residents can contact Billy Sieburg at (541) 420-9599 or<script language="JavaScript"><br /> <!-- var username = "billysieburg"; var hostname = "msn.com"; var linktext = username + "@" + hostname; document.write("<a href="mailto:">" + linktext + "</a>")<br /> //--><br /> </script><br />email hims at <a href="mailto:cojerseyfarm@live.com">cojerseyfarm@live.com</a><br />.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbrqUWLxpPeut2xVhBsAOeYUUXCeMGTv2bbVuEQaLvrII8cXrHup7jmIA78c_UOp2KAMrW3t0I4BfUimBKav9IP77VfQdxkUU8Z74LUFOOZ3akxjUL_SJaQdoEI3SUlYglgWoObQ/s1600/Mt+Hood-+Oregon+506.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511360401375141490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbrqUWLxpPeut2xVhBsAOeYUUXCeMGTv2bbVuEQaLvrII8cXrHup7jmIA78c_UOp2KAMrW3t0I4BfUimBKav9IP77VfQdxkUU8Z74LUFOOZ3akxjUL_SJaQdoEI3SUlYglgWoObQ/s320/Mt+Hood-+Oregon+506.jpg" /></a><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">If you look closely at Sieberg's milk, you can see that a third of it is CREAM. YUM! Sign me up!</span> <em>One guy at the CSA where it was sold said it tastes like honey has been whipped into it.</em><br /><br />There's a debate about the health of pasteurized verses unpasteurized milk, but some studies have linked pasteurized milk with lactose intolerance, allergies, asthma, frequent ear infections, gastro-Intestinal problems, diabetes, auto-Immune disease, attention deficit disorder and constipation, among other problems.</p><p>I'm a fan of raw milk. I've been off commercial cow's milk for ten years when I discovered I had a life-long allergy to milk, cheese and dairy products (something I'd suffered from since I was a child). The allergy caused me to feel like I had a constant sinus infection and after eating lots of milk, I'd even get vertigo. I now only eat goat's milk and sheep's milk and cheese or yogurt and feel great! But I have yet to try unpasteurized cow's milk myself. I'll have to try it and report back.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinN7Szvj0iEQAKJHxPEyunQulBjS1g__DMwCDFU8bO6LmTtl1VlbkXcSyNGnkTwC0JHxpJ72YeyBpLyFt28b5aKuFP4n8_sNne2lRS9sDBJgLMZm_8s0pmARhqqOTEAfj4OD6AoQ/s1600/Sisters+070.jpg"><br /></p></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-33287676791928486712010-05-31T22:43:00.000-07:002010-05-31T23:21:49.602-07:00<strong>It's Fennel and High School Prom Season</strong><br />Go ahead, make their day with a bouquet of fennel... or just make a salad with it :)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYlrK01oNYFFEdgEMn4QrYJvQlYhbZgZ9OSVxIbIsrFKf0zKnkWxWo45-gCwTs5R8kPu-_bzDi4djw1IlDGTAR1dvnF_Uy3un5KnkP9WwwFYdfEzAQkd1-yKuRRwJh9BzKFNhKVw/s1600/Fennel+2010+012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYlrK01oNYFFEdgEMn4QrYJvQlYhbZgZ9OSVxIbIsrFKf0zKnkWxWo45-gCwTs5R8kPu-_bzDi4djw1IlDGTAR1dvnF_Uy3un5KnkP9WwwFYdfEzAQkd1-yKuRRwJh9BzKFNhKVw/s400/Fennel+2010+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477677572545162786" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Will you be my date for the prom??</strong> Ross Carrick, all dressed up for senior prom, contemplates giving his date a handful of pretty fennel stalks with feathery fronds. Instead Ross gave the fennel back to me and I made an egg salad with it! Fennel season corresponds with high school graduation. For a grad picnic, consider make egg salad using fennel instead of celery.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglRePUVAYW05v8nRgbf9tSSWfT8j86JJc8El4WUfuRZYl3XDMRx2IMV7r4Dt2t5QDGDJqxzU1AmCVQZ2SaJdRgxAJT3ZiFk3LfuluKpyQPBQxJdQZYeTIFSKqmDlby9rOyZsdoCg/s1600/Fennel+2010+017.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglRePUVAYW05v8nRgbf9tSSWfT8j86JJc8El4WUfuRZYl3XDMRx2IMV7r4Dt2t5QDGDJqxzU1AmCVQZ2SaJdRgxAJT3ZiFk3LfuluKpyQPBQxJdQZYeTIFSKqmDlby9rOyZsdoCg/s400/Fennel+2010+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477678855336986994" /></a><br /><br /><strong>CELERY IS BORING- TRY FENNEL INSTEAD! </strong> I love how fresh fennel is... it imparts a slight licorice taste to things, but is so subtle, you can use it in place of celery.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMYHFDvviWIs63E1GitHIiP5w5A8yEOiEYNM-qhasUbvVRVUH2MAh3YjQKcYu7UENPeC3r0HuIjdmTN_777WaNQC3nsnDE2-lVIQF0rd42X24U2D_diZbIhH84dwMD7m2c6VZhTA/s1600/Fennel+2010+020.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMYHFDvviWIs63E1GitHIiP5w5A8yEOiEYNM-qhasUbvVRVUH2MAh3YjQKcYu7UENPeC3r0HuIjdmTN_777WaNQC3nsnDE2-lVIQF0rd42X24U2D_diZbIhH84dwMD7m2c6VZhTA/s400/Fennel+2010+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477680277896692338" /></a><br /><br />You can eat every part of the fennel plant from the bulbous bottom, to the stalks to the feathery fronds. <br /><br />Here's a recipe for <a href="http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/Egg-Salad-with-Lemon-and-Fennel-350908">fennel egg salad</a> from Epicurious.com. I left out the Dijon mustard... I wanted to taste mostly the fennel.<br /><br />8 large eggs <br />1 garlic clove <br />1/2 cup mayonnaise <br />1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice <br />1 teaspoon grated lemon zest <br />1 teaspoon Dijon mustard <br />1/2 fennel bulb, finely chopped (1 cup), plus 1 tablespoon finely chopped fronds <br /><br />Preparation:<br />Cover eggs with cold water in a medium saucepan. Cook eggs, uncovered, at a gentle boil 10 minutes. Pour off hot water. Shake pan gently so eggs bump one another (to crack shells). Run cold water into pan to stop cooking. Let eggs stand in cold water 15 minutes, adding more water to keep cold. <br /><br />Mince and mash garlic to a paste with a pinch of salt. Whisk together with mayonnaise, lemon juice, zest, mustard, 1/2 teaspoon salt, and 1/4 teaspoon pepper. <br /><br />Chop eggs and stir into dressing with fennel and fronds. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP2NARTz9bKRSTj7UgJ4MJAOmu_yAhNL1txMQtWkrWikh3OeTBlF063hDXeRokC8XnUO7RWyl1vkHClPtZmgqg1jVOggS2q02Q6ehPS_awYZnzMaIizBrU4qUino_nNkVWEgfwPQ/s1600/Fennel+2010+016.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP2NARTz9bKRSTj7UgJ4MJAOmu_yAhNL1txMQtWkrWikh3OeTBlF063hDXeRokC8XnUO7RWyl1vkHClPtZmgqg1jVOggS2q02Q6ehPS_awYZnzMaIizBrU4qUino_nNkVWEgfwPQ/s400/Fennel+2010+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477678389862508786" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIk_OxQv1A44FJ2KmZPpyFpg1Qt27G5e7XqlCxXthEiIhN5VG4QUVHE8lgsiw6dvJfueylZFRPqZ2fbJKBseu4Jg7MPv0_Pbv3nRthSYfJxamsdvzgbrEm1lkDymqzNzJXH9Ji6w/s1600/Fennel+2010+022.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIk_OxQv1A44FJ2KmZPpyFpg1Qt27G5e7XqlCxXthEiIhN5VG4QUVHE8lgsiw6dvJfueylZFRPqZ2fbJKBseu4Jg7MPv0_Pbv3nRthSYfJxamsdvzgbrEm1lkDymqzNzJXH9Ji6w/s400/Fennel+2010+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477680688033453170" /></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-75298959393796663772010-05-10T15:12:00.001-07:002010-06-10T15:53:37.609-07:00<strong>A Sybaris Spring</strong><br /><em>What Chef Matt Bennett is Cooking up this Spring on 1st Ave in Albany, Oregon</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfsc9uu6_J_c0M5oqEseANm9BCRlffhU5p8SQYaRJ6PnSIBGmbMHaR5KUgl7auHW4fT2jhnHCfzPIJKheSeAD5NQGLcgo4JJMbWATF0goFCUXfhk_fHtBhYLL7cyGCXc6JmJBYpQ/s1600/Sybaris+045.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfsc9uu6_J_c0M5oqEseANm9BCRlffhU5p8SQYaRJ6PnSIBGmbMHaR5KUgl7auHW4fT2jhnHCfzPIJKheSeAD5NQGLcgo4JJMbWATF0goFCUXfhk_fHtBhYLL7cyGCXc6JmJBYpQ/s400/Sybaris+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469777676394623714" /></a><br />Warm salad of fried razor clams, pickled onion, grilled asparagus and Brindisi cheese stuffed piquillo peppers on spinach and arugula with lemon-chive dressing.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh009bt30HmfTQiEVxRFrhK9cwu4ipokEr7yn_kExSGtQIxViaCSYqI9Dfcb3-tEKAAyAtWXwX-nwIyS_znLrbLly-5PUX0l5YeQpUjY0yUlXfSHo9cWXptdVHdm9r2DHWUzQ-9zA/s1600/Sybaris+041.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh009bt30HmfTQiEVxRFrhK9cwu4ipokEr7yn_kExSGtQIxViaCSYqI9Dfcb3-tEKAAyAtWXwX-nwIyS_znLrbLly-5PUX0l5YeQpUjY0yUlXfSHo9cWXptdVHdm9r2DHWUzQ-9zA/s400/Sybaris+041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469768401532999986" /></a><br /> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHPWOjnnXMuMePtce4xB-YeXDbwtJUp_gqC1FRc-Ke5Hl_05cxCHQuVdJxZizNkNSW60fO5cAoa8wh9he7PYwRezAB5AhSnDQ0mkQ-C3TAI2vlC0okDYBB_CDNndRpV9ysRglxEw/s1600/Sybaris+044.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHPWOjnnXMuMePtce4xB-YeXDbwtJUp_gqC1FRc-Ke5Hl_05cxCHQuVdJxZizNkNSW60fO5cAoa8wh9he7PYwRezAB5AhSnDQ0mkQ-C3TAI2vlC0okDYBB_CDNndRpV9ysRglxEw/s400/Sybaris+044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469773457504706002" /></a><br />Guy Savoy artichoke soup with Oregon truffles and Vella Dry Jack cheese.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy8TiRnt_mWKx7a9k-NnYarQJ9Px-VR4zFdFpj2Qcpz2ii1uV5D8CfXrZfGxHNTHkqDO0alhGNAcAM-pQMLX4WxaKKKAqOT1geMH7_MeSUP4ofPETQDJerYfUwKYYldKCZaJlNWA/s1600/Sybaris+054.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy8TiRnt_mWKx7a9k-NnYarQJ9Px-VR4zFdFpj2Qcpz2ii1uV5D8CfXrZfGxHNTHkqDO0alhGNAcAM-pQMLX4WxaKKKAqOT1geMH7_MeSUP4ofPETQDJerYfUwKYYldKCZaJlNWA/s400/Sybaris+054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469774323946254834" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrNxWujDpFhzv5ZJc9cdUuaYfADGpDgGTjEC_Q8sH9JhX3gJIIm4IQiixoxNONSJtJUjn1mFu5raTPs38esshnb5volEDoOiJr5UPodBwm3CrQ0wJ-Bag74A_n6_ssYDtugtRJWg/s1600/Sybaris+046.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrNxWujDpFhzv5ZJc9cdUuaYfADGpDgGTjEC_Q8sH9JhX3gJIIm4IQiixoxNONSJtJUjn1mFu5raTPs38esshnb5volEDoOiJr5UPodBwm3CrQ0wJ-Bag74A_n6_ssYDtugtRJWg/s400/Sybaris+046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469775216282173954" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirllZlOXixv9vm8FvfvToSoYyGAvwC-Iaz2Zf1I8QLQyStQgsqEJy0klhxXuLC-4aJM1SLZqG68pjWz-i4kLesnHlW5Zp5lBF8aHZwEUgmx8EAFGnZMQM5EiZ6xvF6AmYDEHU9JA/s1600/Sybaris+058.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirllZlOXixv9vm8FvfvToSoYyGAvwC-Iaz2Zf1I8QLQyStQgsqEJy0klhxXuLC-4aJM1SLZqG68pjWz-i4kLesnHlW5Zp5lBF8aHZwEUgmx8EAFGnZMQM5EiZ6xvF6AmYDEHU9JA/s400/Sybaris+058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470186709911811618" /></a><br />Super smooth chocolate cream pie made with coconut cream and dark artisan chocolate (a favorite for me, since I'm allergic to cow's milk!).<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhor8q5aiCEQ0qXfIl5KQDs5dK3YmvQoHpIBOV-VSUBHgz5eJ5p5w1Y_jg7bH8a7VZiWH9SSn_8vcjqqE50fDIKBQ1Ppm3KakfH1uaJ9ULPFnwo6rlimPG20PPr7oY-GORYLSFEDg/s1600/Sybaris+036.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhor8q5aiCEQ0qXfIl5KQDs5dK3YmvQoHpIBOV-VSUBHgz5eJ5p5w1Y_jg7bH8a7VZiWH9SSn_8vcjqqE50fDIKBQ1Ppm3KakfH1uaJ9ULPFnwo6rlimPG20PPr7oY-GORYLSFEDg/s400/Sybaris+036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470244212016300738" /></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-70689710955226157472010-05-02T11:10:00.001-07:002010-05-22T15:21:11.384-07:00<strong>The Culinary Heart of Albany, Oregon</strong><em><br />Operation Sybaris is a family and community affair where locavores can discover the true taste of Willamette Valley</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq7TIsMaI4hyphenhyphen6EJv0aE-M8rXlKk6RJ49WyKEuY7jiNVPe81DIVvF7dgnRE4Ry-MLEx3RtzRg1wO3suQyrL0uvBMC9MNVcyuezEOrmq2SlX3v9RnzgXK9piQ-u3ZmCEbjOka_Uk7w/s1600/Sybaris+037.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq7TIsMaI4hyphenhyphen6EJv0aE-M8rXlKk6RJ49WyKEuY7jiNVPe81DIVvF7dgnRE4Ry-MLEx3RtzRg1wO3suQyrL0uvBMC9MNVcyuezEOrmq2SlX3v9RnzgXK9piQ-u3ZmCEbjOka_Uk7w/s400/Sybaris+037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466747904858120658" /></a><br />It’s 1 p.m., and Matt Bennett, Chef and co-owner of <a href="http://www.sybarisbistro.com/">Sybaris</a> restaurant on 1st street in Albany, has spent all morning meticulously stuffing beef and lamb into casings to make handmade sausage. <br /><br />When I arrive in the afternoon, he's onto other tasks in the kitchen: pureeing asparagus for crab, asparagus ravioli. A pot of chicken stock and spring artichokes simmers on the stove. The smell of baking focaccia rises from the oven. Matt's caramelizing turbinado sugar in one pan, then adds heavy cream and salt, lowers the temp. and spoons up a glob of hard stringy caramel, which will slowly melt again into a sweet soup of amber cream whose next incarnation will be caramel sorbet. Matt Bennett is a chef that takes his time when cooking; he tends to his food like a doting father would care for a child.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjof-_EBuNsa7olOOPDUgMYV_JRPuX-Ck39fJBOr6rVdFwDJ3g411a-l_mViCfGkYShTno1uai2feRPFaU_pwqUFn3oZETqpouEG1IzArl_EEL-AEsz5ioOzPAydVO8GAxQeFktLA/s1600/Sybaris+003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjof-_EBuNsa7olOOPDUgMYV_JRPuX-Ck39fJBOr6rVdFwDJ3g411a-l_mViCfGkYShTno1uai2feRPFaU_pwqUFn3oZETqpouEG1IzArl_EEL-AEsz5ioOzPAydVO8GAxQeFktLA/s400/Sybaris+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469763759407210914" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Matt holding his daughter in the kitchen, with Mom, Janel, looking on.</span><br /><br />Matt lifts the lid to a pot filled with broth and wedges of artichokes. He fills a pitcher with the broth, reaches into a brown paper bag full of <a href="http://slowfoodwaltz.blogspot.com/2009/01/wonderful-world-of-truffles-why-truffle.html">white Oregon truffles</a>, throws a few into the pitcher, then mixes the whole thing in a blender. He then pours it into a sieve and slowly stirs the soft green stuff with a wooden spoon until what remains is artichoke truffle soup as smooth as cream. The smells coming out of this kitchen are enough to make anyone want to stick around all day.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXI8i2qK2Obf7GJUgzpesbSKdEo4c-Usbk7JjosmcYjNlnZ0baCnRa3lqJzckK0kA6AC5YhlzmfAvKsB210ZlbVfmX1sJ4nGtXA4jOu3vBIVW8FcZV2H4mk8NsJ14FgCdiiUEB5Q/s1600/Sybaris+011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXI8i2qK2Obf7GJUgzpesbSKdEo4c-Usbk7JjosmcYjNlnZ0baCnRa3lqJzckK0kA6AC5YhlzmfAvKsB210ZlbVfmX1sJ4nGtXA4jOu3vBIVW8FcZV2H4mk8NsJ14FgCdiiUEB5Q/s320/Sybaris+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470604997242537538" /></a><br />Matt spends all afternoon going back and forth between tasks, mixing here, blending there. His wife Janel shows up with their two daughters. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNE8WHjrM_V2SMnqD7x9WJm1TxoNNC1upG-PuQXk5veMhO3JjV2VvBQaAY8520UAvx1gkwNqI6XrF8ocOmN78MWugcSGW8qmq76-KgyJxVaok4zU7LrRZYzFv6jrcFsnAFUFkNGA/s1600/Sybaris+013.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNE8WHjrM_V2SMnqD7x9WJm1TxoNNC1upG-PuQXk5veMhO3JjV2VvBQaAY8520UAvx1gkwNqI6XrF8ocOmN78MWugcSGW8qmq76-KgyJxVaok4zU7LrRZYzFv6jrcFsnAFUFkNGA/s320/Sybaris+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470610540268005458" /></a> <br /><br />Someone calls on the phone and Matt laughs, telling me his dishwashers are on their way over-- high school seniors Jacob Garcia and Steven Hartman, who have asked Matt's permission to eat one of the ghost peppers he’s got on hand, one he uses to spice up an entire vat of sauce. But the boys plan to split the chili and down it raw. Why? “because it’s boring in Albany, and there's nothing else to do,” says Steven.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvMf3TBmtTuzK_YPcnwQ3hDfpxVUNy2C7dE1AZOqnO_FpiWnaE5MJBOhbFoFHsHPuBqcGdJI-pO_GjHkli9ezXfb3rPwMF9eKGsopaNCqUs4zDKFzwA5YeFTujjnczY-IrnuYwpQ/s1600/Sybaris+007.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvMf3TBmtTuzK_YPcnwQ3hDfpxVUNy2C7dE1AZOqnO_FpiWnaE5MJBOhbFoFHsHPuBqcGdJI-pO_GjHkli9ezXfb3rPwMF9eKGsopaNCqUs4zDKFzwA5YeFTujjnczY-IrnuYwpQ/s320/Sybaris+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470604494552098946" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh75LmhzPtB5ba4RLaHfxh2s9JyOUYww8Meuf6PqwSkZE0N13wFSDSJxQ1uRJM3_WEmvmKhTQ9r6CjlB5s48j7oOCBQ7_nKQwCjc6dBWOuj4tcJypofhmTb87U8LtnFEAyLAxeevQ/s1600/Sybaris+008.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh75LmhzPtB5ba4RLaHfxh2s9JyOUYww8Meuf6PqwSkZE0N13wFSDSJxQ1uRJM3_WEmvmKhTQ9r6CjlB5s48j7oOCBQ7_nKQwCjc6dBWOuj4tcJypofhmTb87U8LtnFEAyLAxeevQ/s320/Sybaris+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470608933978732290" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Steven, one of the dishwashers at Sybaris who decided spontaneously to show up and eat a ghost pepper after school one day.<br /></span><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JtwCdFBZST8&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JtwCdFBZST8&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />There are many touches of family and community here: you can taste it in Matt's dishes, prepared with local produce from artisans and farmer friends at places like <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Albany-OR/Spring-Hill-Organic-Farm/388297459536">Spring Hill Organic Farm</a> just over the bridge a block away. He’s an innovative chef who offers a completely different menu every month, based on what's in season. Your server might be Matt's wife, co-owner Janel Bennett. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCfjC8sX7YJDtlNVyoMO1tdfc8XZaATYpFeR0I8pWXi1XdexIjPnaXFsIiuUrKx36CryG_R22orxC9Pm3UliTnfr5jdgyQXM5DwCKIItbFiVvC-dvr27aJO-kLn1KKyy3tzCYzZQ/s1600/Sybaris+040.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCfjC8sX7YJDtlNVyoMO1tdfc8XZaATYpFeR0I8pWXi1XdexIjPnaXFsIiuUrKx36CryG_R22orxC9Pm3UliTnfr5jdgyQXM5DwCKIItbFiVvC-dvr27aJO-kLn1KKyy3tzCYzZQ/s400/Sybaris+040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466751200597228834" /></a><br /><br />Or you may hear echos of little girl footsteps in the restaurant from when Matt's daughters arrived earlier to visit Dad while he cooked.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgojtKLDeR6Pymv9HRb6VR6bg0mZP4u0-3-p_AEWgU1cpsIKhnSIKovMdeZmKu6Nssiu4EWfD0CNVpS8lBAoJwXdOou5bcHsCJUfTCyMSjDPRQz_qJyry8dacuLKH4VKnEG2720fQ/s1600/Sybaris+020.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgojtKLDeR6Pymv9HRb6VR6bg0mZP4u0-3-p_AEWgU1cpsIKhnSIKovMdeZmKu6Nssiu4EWfD0CNVpS8lBAoJwXdOou5bcHsCJUfTCyMSjDPRQz_qJyry8dacuLKH4VKnEG2720fQ/s400/Sybaris+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473182859526631906" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2u5-IwHUTM51qe2c27RJlvsxqUTejkTNn7hKoBNnEReCWv6oT_yl7N-Hl9_4cfm308NxwfHsDnLTL8maQdzAEkn_3DeP_45MXVo4jc9Yy890HcCW24lhkGmblX1V1-Sl7Dt89Vg/s1600/Sybaris+026.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2u5-IwHUTM51qe2c27RJlvsxqUTejkTNn7hKoBNnEReCWv6oT_yl7N-Hl9_4cfm308NxwfHsDnLTL8maQdzAEkn_3DeP_45MXVo4jc9Yy890HcCW24lhkGmblX1V1-Sl7Dt89Vg/s400/Sybaris+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470608428141926690" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRiEci-sHwaBvCfy6hOB-5ga4OrC7Upok3qmOW7n-bUacHwtotc9CqeZq5nNvdau01hf5pgougZn5CSMvd6i9SkAqF8pizlHHSh5Rgql6TTgKTadNOBHbefXKozojfbO6s2HPX-A/s1600/Sybaris+030.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRiEci-sHwaBvCfy6hOB-5ga4OrC7Upok3qmOW7n-bUacHwtotc9CqeZq5nNvdau01hf5pgougZn5CSMvd6i9SkAqF8pizlHHSh5Rgql6TTgKTadNOBHbefXKozojfbO6s2HPX-A/s400/Sybaris+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466739950710181426" /></a><br />Matt's family: Wife Janel and daughters sit together at Sybaris.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicBI55ED7Vt5Nn31s7Q95bnAXbbTveq6qGsDe1Fd37OSS5bIa9hXjz4ZSmt-qPXlqd_Pe9n9LFWrW1yfYQMKyxasdnbgL9CGCBNU5aJ8MCGGF_dz20SMq0fGBoJ7GEHLu5Zc4ExA/s1600/Sybaris+019.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicBI55ED7Vt5Nn31s7Q95bnAXbbTveq6qGsDe1Fd37OSS5bIa9hXjz4ZSmt-qPXlqd_Pe9n9LFWrW1yfYQMKyxasdnbgL9CGCBNU5aJ8MCGGF_dz20SMq0fGBoJ7GEHLu5Zc4ExA/s400/Sybaris+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466750952448128418" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3idRjpN0ZguF8z4-Fcdsaf8RJe4feUOk-AIvy5EFH5MFCAKbzGuSM4PWXfT-kWn1gTaun5vrtF_L8zgyiCKQ4i11oHVSePGngFMyYkh6tcUFuC9MPg_XWOY43JVqwgH-vche54w/s1600/Sybaris+038.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3idRjpN0ZguF8z4-Fcdsaf8RJe4feUOk-AIvy5EFH5MFCAKbzGuSM4PWXfT-kWn1gTaun5vrtF_L8zgyiCKQ4i11oHVSePGngFMyYkh6tcUFuC9MPg_XWOY43JVqwgH-vche54w/s400/Sybaris+038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466741882319032578" /></a><br />A couple share a glass of wine while waiting to be seated.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-16844469514553058982010-04-24T10:01:00.000-07:002010-04-30T12:21:34.010-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZU8aWMBWR1vPkgAO19964TGmyXNoa-UzWvF1tPQhrXNdMy9B0vpH74n1t9CjNERzYISkY9CdXI4KPhs0hxfLlvSrDNusC43ZQQ_iydobX8FMsBF6kwzVPz6MmwXUmv1cryd86Xg/s1600/Travels+August+09+542.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZU8aWMBWR1vPkgAO19964TGmyXNoa-UzWvF1tPQhrXNdMy9B0vpH74n1t9CjNERzYISkY9CdXI4KPhs0hxfLlvSrDNusC43ZQQ_iydobX8FMsBF6kwzVPz6MmwXUmv1cryd86Xg/s320/Travels+August+09+542.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465998814008674066" /></a><br /><br /><strong>TEN WAYS to Eat Your Way Home</strong><br /><em>For those displaced by job loss, get rooted again with these ideas from wildcrafting to cooking with rhubarb:</em><br /><br />One of the fallouts of this economic recession-- I'm discovering first-hand-- is a sense of displacement. Job loss means redefining how an occupation plays into your sense of belonging to a place. Job loss can also mean relocation: going back to a place you came from, or moving where there's better work opportunities.<br /><br />I long for that rooted sense of belonging I felt as a child in my hometown in Southeastern Idaho. A place I lived for 13 years surrounded by family, the Snake river stocked with rainbow trout and pine forests where morel mushrooms grew wild alongside wildflowers.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3qucdflD2eMOJU_7-NkpabhrrLcHi9jOzAmgVWn2ciTGOtNyusvjzGXaW4QqfZKF1wmEa4A_QdKot_87GoQIBpucIpNRo-O7nVTE7TkgRsCHQvdvSF53L7BCfOzNQermf-Z95Gg/s1600/creek.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3qucdflD2eMOJU_7-NkpabhrrLcHi9jOzAmgVWn2ciTGOtNyusvjzGXaW4QqfZKF1wmEa4A_QdKot_87GoQIBpucIpNRo-O7nVTE7TkgRsCHQvdvSF53L7BCfOzNQermf-Z95Gg/s400/creek.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463759086523917394" /></a><br /><br />This is the creek where I grew up. As kids, we'd put buckets under the bank and stomped on it to catch minnows. We also foraged for wild mint, then mom helped us brew it with local <a href="http://www.millerhoneyfarms.com/Home.html">Miller </a>honey.<br /><br /><em>I've decided to explore my sense of place through <strong>food and food rituals</strong> that make me feel at home.</em> Food is literally attached to the land. In my hometown of Idaho, the staple potato lives burrowed like a mole in the dark soil. My life was <a href="http://foodlorelibrary.com/feature/farm/a-life-intertwined-with-idaho-potato-vines">Intertwined with Idaho Potato Vines </a> in a similar way as my folklorist friend Rhonda Walker (who writes about it for <a href="www.foodlorelibrary.com">Foodlore Library</a>.) Morel mushrooms sprung like Sego lilies from the forest. As a family, my mom took us wild huckleberry foraging--to comb the same bushes the bears had. Here's a good source for <a href="http://www.marxfoods.com/Fresh-Huckleberries_2">wild huckleberries</a>.<br /><br />My sister has an enormous raspberry patch she turns her kids loose in every year: <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXcDJFuFm9xVkEDlDgIyBVR4Lj3V1ZiMSk0DPWRrrShbidlML3D5iHmW3Y71Ub0rsb2VVk_qbr-mO8s8N8sbuncBkxxosmCT8ANm9ehUrBarElARYdO9YDzIT0z3FWft1cLL4FcQ/s1600/raspberries.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXcDJFuFm9xVkEDlDgIyBVR4Lj3V1ZiMSk0DPWRrrShbidlML3D5iHmW3Y71Ub0rsb2VVk_qbr-mO8s8N8sbuncBkxxosmCT8ANm9ehUrBarElARYdO9YDzIT0z3FWft1cLL4FcQ/s320/raspberries.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465978941294891042" /></a><br /><br />My father smoked fish he caught and we'd typically have wild game for dinner from one of his hunting forays.<em> Food is even more attached to the land than we, as people, are. So when we eat locally, I think it helps us feel at home in new places.</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>For those who are homesick for a sense of home, or in need of grounding, I recommend these things:</strong><br /><br /><strong>1) COLLECT</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNG5KvmnbMwMJ2GjuTxeFJXm9s2r0duGzbAYP8hF-eEVm-fRIR2cuV-YqGYzeW2ZlkypOmuxywSXfAj97uycHWn_egPNbKuvUEN2LTnBrCXBFL5G62Cmxa5IJqw7wVkXVoBmwfOw/s1600/GardenSawtooth+002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNG5KvmnbMwMJ2GjuTxeFJXm9s2r0duGzbAYP8hF-eEVm-fRIR2cuV-YqGYzeW2ZlkypOmuxywSXfAj97uycHWn_egPNbKuvUEN2LTnBrCXBFL5G62Cmxa5IJqw7wVkXVoBmwfOw/s400/GardenSawtooth+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463764260965680194" /></a><br /><br />Find a country road by where you live, or check out where your city zones for chickens and spend some time with feathered friends and take home a dozen eggs.<br /><br /><strong>2) FISH</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxJrnCRCY612CXRJfoiVh7f3d8o0p4JNuyRGuxXnMVGLv4ejwIovPU9SDhNnIhDEsPm48OnlNb08EEaeG7QkJnvC0sABuCfxRpiu3fNRDPPBuOEN6-35yyTv_ZSY38_LpD2YnxPA/s1600/UsersCRAIGT~1AppDataLocalTempfirstharvest+(34).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxJrnCRCY612CXRJfoiVh7f3d8o0p4JNuyRGuxXnMVGLv4ejwIovPU9SDhNnIhDEsPm48OnlNb08EEaeG7QkJnvC0sABuCfxRpiu3fNRDPPBuOEN6-35yyTv_ZSY38_LpD2YnxPA/s400/UsersCRAIGT~1AppDataLocalTempfirstharvest+(34).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465367137854597938" /></a><br /><br />Pull something slick and silver from a river near where you live. If you can keep it, fry it up with olive oil and lemon. Or, if you don't have time to do justice to the beautiful fish, leave it to Chef Jesse at <a href="http://www.sundanceresort.com/dine/tree_dinner.html">Sundance's Tree Room.</a> He pan-sears it with olive oil skin-side down, so the skin is crispy, as if cooked around a fire. The Utah trout come with buckwheat cavatelli, vegetable bolognese and celery root puree.<br /><br /><strong>3) CREATE</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMSbtTa2jbE7RynMqpHI6n_X3vNo8FNZ4fuh54R6nUHNz4LtW-KF08q6ZguW11atGOiLoi5fOyB90i9-eLccbYuFhhhy5BENmgdxjercrI2Wl01CoEHgcUy0aeMtLAwiI_GZw__A/s1600/rhubarb+044.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMSbtTa2jbE7RynMqpHI6n_X3vNo8FNZ4fuh54R6nUHNz4LtW-KF08q6ZguW11atGOiLoi5fOyB90i9-eLccbYuFhhhy5BENmgdxjercrI2Wl01CoEHgcUy0aeMtLAwiI_GZw__A/s400/rhubarb+044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465362631787372466" /></a><br /><br />Make something that reminds you of home. For me, it's this rhubard crunch recipe my mother made in the spring. Here's a recipe and more about her <a href="http://foodlorelibrary.com/feature/family/moms-rhubarb-crunch">rhubarb crunch.</a><br /><br /><strong>4) GROW</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghZzOweL90UyhWsLKIhk0dmJB3FrLJdVthCvUyBeKu4J_HpHTM-RggRqHENeJkNTtxRWNNu_mLIkql4EQtKdfP_fNixz-YkIEh6w1dFXcFXrcCqEn9at8tswAWG2HJQePcP8Cf7Q/s1600/Eugene+%26+Newport+029.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghZzOweL90UyhWsLKIhk0dmJB3FrLJdVthCvUyBeKu4J_HpHTM-RggRqHENeJkNTtxRWNNu_mLIkql4EQtKdfP_fNixz-YkIEh6w1dFXcFXrcCqEn9at8tswAWG2HJQePcP8Cf7Q/s400/Eugene+%26+Newport+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465973417693756050" /></a><br /><br />It doesn't take a grand effort to start a garden. One year, I didn't have a backyard, so I found a whiskey barrel, bought some soil, tomato plants and herbs and created a low-maintenance container garden that was ripe with cherry tomatoes, rosemary, basil and sage all summer. (I used organic compost and a foliar spray with seaweed.)Create your own green revolution by turning up a patch of your well-manicured lawn and "eat your view." Check out Roger Doiron's <a href="http://kitchengardeners.org/">Kitchen Gardners</a> site or follow his <a href="http://twitter.com/rogerdoiron">Twitter.</a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_X20wkAFkS-p2VlcWIoa4e1v7NIskSxXFomnP2yhFAdosoUWn0AnMGKzdF8-BtooLgaAc56vSpMS09lRfSp2npaECTIZf7ugiGVox6p7BpPaQj_P99-vdRxlCvqEzdTdIAw5oCA/s1600/casey+208.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_X20wkAFkS-p2VlcWIoa4e1v7NIskSxXFomnP2yhFAdosoUWn0AnMGKzdF8-BtooLgaAc56vSpMS09lRfSp2npaECTIZf7ugiGVox6p7BpPaQj_P99-vdRxlCvqEzdTdIAw5oCA/s400/casey+208.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465363668297446706" /></a><br /><br /><strong>5) PUT OUT GOOD VIBES</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-V26FNT0n6lnTCiAYaOjvjSArDjcohLZv0gKiWHY1Chl9I9YWtsb8PsQ7uJLxo52WEKciISJ0CquscAz6ThAVkCn1OQdu7cVdYI3gjyZY556FhWb5_yZUHddQ_oG8wxOGdsHqdA/s1600/cali+108.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-V26FNT0n6lnTCiAYaOjvjSArDjcohLZv0gKiWHY1Chl9I9YWtsb8PsQ7uJLxo52WEKciISJ0CquscAz6ThAVkCn1OQdu7cVdYI3gjyZY556FhWb5_yZUHddQ_oG8wxOGdsHqdA/s400/cali+108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465975057765996066" /></a><br /><br />Sing to your container garden. Dance barefoot around your plants under a full moon(go ahead and howl too). Throw this little "corn dolly" in with your container of seeds. These metaphysical rituals are part of what's called biodynamics-- an acknowledgement that certain subtle and inexplicable forces (like music, lunar cycles, energy) DO influence your garden. Harry at <a href="http://www.sunbowfarm.org/">Sunbow Farms</a> is big on biodynamics. Go ahead, what can it hurt anyway?<br /><br /><strong>6) UNEARTH</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSUgs1Uqg8rP00VCafB4f2hJ4dEL-t24FAs1wSKy55_pWWQCWC6ab_hfwVigVa4KTA3yssOVuBy8mUaIwO6_nuP1w7wl2b9LJ_DrUgnj6iDpT8hA44wB9hddoWQkF7EIPzQfTBdg/s1600/Travels+August+09+535.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSUgs1Uqg8rP00VCafB4f2hJ4dEL-t24FAs1wSKy55_pWWQCWC6ab_hfwVigVa4KTA3yssOVuBy8mUaIwO6_nuP1w7wl2b9LJ_DrUgnj6iDpT8hA44wB9hddoWQkF7EIPzQfTBdg/s400/Travels+August+09+535.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465365664917954706" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0k7_TAWCtLlWOKODAI79J5W4iK28-Yz_QjqHsAm6Lue9efwKQ7iKl6XWB5aSWxUb-9HHbgPeoHDjoy1Cxplhr3HZyOYU1Dy0Xddoxb0wfd1vGPdrglY9OwQpzxs0Jkvl_jOTrCg/s1600/GardenSawtooth+033.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0k7_TAWCtLlWOKODAI79J5W4iK28-Yz_QjqHsAm6Lue9efwKQ7iKl6XWB5aSWxUb-9HHbgPeoHDjoy1Cxplhr3HZyOYU1Dy0Xddoxb0wfd1vGPdrglY9OwQpzxs0Jkvl_jOTrCg/s400/GardenSawtooth+033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465365077005849650" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQU6J6h1SpI6fZNwZStILQnTboYKDcixqEIk07xUZCUouHeDw0-qo2UQXCiJ4ph2OvSKqphMKiad2xdiw5Df41uJBDQ4Fu1AoBw_Gxy5ft_Hwa0hiJrYluvYOYkiNjLVSDfcVdhA/s1600/Travels+August+09+522.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQU6J6h1SpI6fZNwZStILQnTboYKDcixqEIk07xUZCUouHeDw0-qo2UQXCiJ4ph2OvSKqphMKiad2xdiw5Df41uJBDQ4Fu1AoBw_Gxy5ft_Hwa0hiJrYluvYOYkiNjLVSDfcVdhA/s400/Travels+August+09+522.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465412255362942450" /></a><br /><br /><strong>7) FORAGE</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9srzCVk6ptQGh9zIVrQ0vMiw9SmRirfis795A9LOy9JtFKjkkWFPEr3sR7C_ZiQTqcm3uFUGutSwR1RAuoIKvV9BAPfRGcS4dxsn5YxvAScWeAVUK5RAdxTxgGCBtwYBK4Uo0kw/s1600/Utah+trip+3.2008+069.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9srzCVk6ptQGh9zIVrQ0vMiw9SmRirfis795A9LOy9JtFKjkkWFPEr3sR7C_ZiQTqcm3uFUGutSwR1RAuoIKvV9BAPfRGcS4dxsn5YxvAScWeAVUK5RAdxTxgGCBtwYBK4Uo0kw/s400/Utah+trip+3.2008+069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465972703571931330" /></a><br /><br />This is watercress from Moab, Utah. There are many edible plants in the forests. Find out how to identify them and go foraging! Here's a great place in Oregon to learn how to <a href="http://www.botanicalstudies.net/">wildcraft.</a><br /><br /><strong>8) CONNECT </strong>(with growers and artisans)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1nt7ckY526q0dKqI1CvZxN_DQScwyHziwC3Gj-GRSxnAS6yxklMV0c_00lkuh2IMmQppmGcRAH8DL5hBU_wntGeMxddsAnQW3Trit7pxgGITF84N068dsHRNz_S4Pd0ZEsre7_A/s1600/Chocolate+016.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1nt7ckY526q0dKqI1CvZxN_DQScwyHziwC3Gj-GRSxnAS6yxklMV0c_00lkuh2IMmQppmGcRAH8DL5hBU_wntGeMxddsAnQW3Trit7pxgGITF84N068dsHRNz_S4Pd0ZEsre7_A/s400/Chocolate+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463763755705931170" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3YUyPec1U2omqKqegVsBiFnUfnUJpA_iZMCfqylnDyWLpFxRT-4nE2GkzTPVYg08syhdxzq3dKQGRIDmCEQBX8DezCtPkmJlGGhBIUnBlrWmeanL28GFjDx88qr8QdAWkfy5KaQ/s1600/florence+fruit.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3YUyPec1U2omqKqegVsBiFnUfnUJpA_iZMCfqylnDyWLpFxRT-4nE2GkzTPVYg08syhdxzq3dKQGRIDmCEQBX8DezCtPkmJlGGhBIUnBlrWmeanL28GFjDx88qr8QdAWkfy5KaQ/s400/florence+fruit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465364293920300146" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJIMRjNh9k_tmW75GWXBrjq7UA1UWKoU3b3ZajQkPgrEoyoD1iz3IEuOsxlM9kpiZ7mSnOyoP73-QMMZ2Qu3oswxPLekHc6JgK2sdb8FdK4XTmEdbf5mslkGIxlsh019o7QesGCw/s1600/boulder+005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJIMRjNh9k_tmW75GWXBrjq7UA1UWKoU3b3ZajQkPgrEoyoD1iz3IEuOsxlM9kpiZ7mSnOyoP73-QMMZ2Qu3oswxPLekHc6JgK2sdb8FdK4XTmEdbf5mslkGIxlsh019o7QesGCw/s400/boulder+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466000509034564962" /></a><br />(Here's a beekeeper that lives in Boulder, Utah.)<br /><br />One of the first things I do when I move to a new place is to get to know the people who grow and produce my food. There's nothing like it to help you feel connected to a place. Find your local farmer's market. Don't just buy the food, ask questions of the farmer or artisan. For the goat cheesemaker (check out <a href="http://home.earthlink.net/~luvsgoats/Alsea%20Acre/Cheese/cheese.html">Alsea Acres</a>-- amazing cheese!): "what do your goats eat and do they have names?" For the beekeeper, "Where do you place your hives?" For the baker: "Where did you learn this recipe?" For the farmer: "Do you use organic compost?" or "Where do get your seeds?" <br /><br /><strong>9) EAT WITH LOVED ONES</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyXfZWZvaCs9dnDKaBs_bDlWz2kqqF9ed2uHORYEkw7pct9J7M54FqH_7Y4ml1QnctbWN3YKX46ie9kdLj4Rd_R5PwBzjMMEac-TRkBUbWS0M8C_odR4tnosYOY9DSA3eewjaihg/s1600/Otter+Beach+677.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyXfZWZvaCs9dnDKaBs_bDlWz2kqqF9ed2uHORYEkw7pct9J7M54FqH_7Y4ml1QnctbWN3YKX46ie9kdLj4Rd_R5PwBzjMMEac-TRkBUbWS0M8C_odR4tnosYOY9DSA3eewjaihg/s400/Otter+Beach+677.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465977577753673906" /></a><br /><br />Photo above shows one of my favorite places to eat, around my brother's table. He's got 5 boys and he and his wife set the table and serve dinner- almost without fail- every night. Nothing like eating with loved ones on a regular basis to help you feel grounded.<br /><br /><strong>10) STORE</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgj4AwP6Su0GD4kVsB1_GJX-6HRal_JOoU7biv4lcKSb0zE_TRL3rIDra6zLVYkpeq0Rkl1wseaQ6x-IAeLc34RJNaFBK2PcEmUm0VPc2JQytJ_Jpb5_Y9zDe4KKFDKa56XY1ZZg/s1600/Travels+August+09+527.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgj4AwP6Su0GD4kVsB1_GJX-6HRal_JOoU7biv4lcKSb0zE_TRL3rIDra6zLVYkpeq0Rkl1wseaQ6x-IAeLc34RJNaFBK2PcEmUm0VPc2JQytJ_Jpb5_Y9zDe4KKFDKa56XY1ZZg/s400/Travels+August+09+527.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465366010283290354" /></a><br /><br />August and September don't feel the same without being somehow involved in canning food, whether it's combing fruit trees or grape vines, washing produce or bottles, or helping with a pressure cooker. No better way to remember summer than to can the fruits of your garden and eating them all winter long. Find someone who needs help canning, you'll wind up going home with some food storage of your own. Here's a great <a href="http://civileats.com/2009/07/27/the-art-of-canning-a-how-to/">primer on canning.</a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-75965024537292630562010-02-12T13:11:00.000-08:002010-06-10T15:33:19.983-07:00<strong>Beet Your Heart Out!!</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUf5Mu0yRW4N-pnF4OVI8w4CUFSEqis3NXgDRoEjAGt6gNetGz3ANLWP6bZDzphg2GsqFk6ZKi9dEM1-njQOeZHB6HW_gC7ZxS-tO72asm-R-ZgcXLgVgFT2p-CBdO4NnI87A1Gg/s1600-h/beet.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUf5Mu0yRW4N-pnF4OVI8w4CUFSEqis3NXgDRoEjAGt6gNetGz3ANLWP6bZDzphg2GsqFk6ZKi9dEM1-njQOeZHB6HW_gC7ZxS-tO72asm-R-ZgcXLgVgFT2p-CBdO4NnI87A1Gg/s400/beet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437468437653945394" /></a><br /><br />Happy V' Day! I love beets, they are deep red and round and I found one that was shaped like a heart, so I did a little sculpting with my knife and here's what happened. I wrapped these up in tinfoil, added olive oil and fresh ground sea salt and then popped them in the oven. I'm still deciding which gentleman friend of mine will appreciate such a healthy V' Day treat.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-49303669420540167202009-12-20T21:12:00.000-08:002011-08-29T16:58:32.413-07:00<strong>Foodbuzz 24, 24, 24:</strong>
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<br /><strong>'Tis the Season to be Baking!</strong>
<br /><em>Oh Come All Ye Faithful Pie Eaters to My Christmas Pie-baking Marathon</em>
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<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">(Yes, I'm wearing a sprig of mistletoe in my hair, enabling me to kiss anyone within close proximity. I'm also wearing my Grandmother La June's apron to channel her baking prowess. Granny was a gourmet cook.)</span>
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<br />(Blog photos taken by Casey Cranor, myself, Toni Anderson and Alan Murray)
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<br />To everything there is a season and a time for every purpose in the kitchen.... a time to don an apron, a time to mix and a time to separate eggs, a time to cast away that pudding which does not set up and a time to wait for what's in the oven to rise, sweeten and turn toasty brown.
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<br />Christmas is my season to bake, and this year, a friend and I met to bake pies for six people we care about. What follows are photos of our pie-baking marathon, spanning the creation of six pies in two kitchens, causing two burns and many splotches of chocolate and squash batter down my apron and on the counter, and the transforming of humble pies into something quite unusual and tasty.
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<br />Here's Casey Cranor, who took all the photos in Toni's Kitchen and who was rewarded with a pie and a kiss by Toni.(Disclaimer: No men were harmed in the making of this blog post... in fact two of my ex-boyfriends were kissed by Toni during this pie-baking marathon. It IS mistletoe season afterall, and Casey was asking for it!)
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<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Toni Anderson and I have been culinary conspirators for years. </span>
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<br />We have the kind of kitchen rapport that sisters share. The cooking always involves some kind of experimentation and typically winds up with one (usually me) dropping something down my apron and pants and onto the floor and Toni cleaning it up. What a great friend to have!!
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<br />After we've turned the kitchen into a disaster, one or both of us invariably bursts into spontaneous dance.
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<br />Creaming sugar and butter adding baking soda, flour and eggs, then exotic spices and oils sets off a chain reaction... crazy dance moves!
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<br />It helps to put on a little Ray Lamontayne.
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<br />WHERE TO BEGIN?
<br />We started by making dough. I'm not an avid pie baker. It's taken me time to get the knack of getting the dough just right. The secret: don't over-handle, careful with the water and flour and feel free to use LARD.
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<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">RECIPE:</span>
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<br />2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour, plus extra for rolling
<br />1/2 cup unsalted butter, very-cold, cut into 1/2 inch cubes and 1/2 cup lard (use all butter if you prefer.)
<br />1 teaspoon salt
<br />1 teaspoon sugar
<br />4 to 8 Tbsp ice water (go easy, mixture should be flaky, not doughy)</span>
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<br />Couldn't find a pastry blender and this potato masher didn't work so well. I resorted to a fork.
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<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">PIE #1:</span> <strong>Taste of Oregon Blackberry and Dark Chocolate Pie </strong>FOR: Casey Cranor
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<br />When Casey and I first met, he brought me the gift of a French rolling pin. Who does that on a first date? We got to know each other in Oregon while traipsing through prickly brambles cramming fat blackberries into our mouths and wandering along the coast snacking on handfuls of smoked Salmon. I made him this pie to say thanks for your friendship.
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<br />Break pieces of your favorite chocolate and scatter them into an uncooked crust. Take 1cup of blackberries, add about 1/4 cup water with 3 T cornstarch mixed in. Add honey or sugar to sweeten to taste. Mash berries and boil till thick.
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<br />Take 1 cup of whole berries and mash slightly over top of chocolate.
<br />Pour on the hot blackberry sauce. Cook at 425 degrees till crust browns.
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<br />Checking the Pies!</span>
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<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">PIE #2:</span> <strong>"Going Bananas Over You" Banana Dream Marshmallow Chocolate Chunk Pie</strong>
<br />FOR: Aaron (brother) and his favorite girl, Marlena
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<br />Marlena and Aaron, I can't fail to mention, yet again, how great my match-making prowess is. I set these two up a year ago and they have been inseperable every since. They're even planning to wed next year. I used fluffy marshmallows because when you're in love, it can feel like you're floating on a cloud; it's the sweetest feeling.
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<br />This pie is super sweet too, kind of like Marlena's nicknames for Aaron: Skoy Toy, A-Ron, Hottie Pants and Babe. This pie has two comfort food flavors: melted marshmallows and some of the first foods you eat as a baby, bananas and milk. How could this pie not make you go "Ga Ga!"
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<br />2 tbsp. unsalted butter
<br />4 tbsp. cornstarch
<br />1 1/2 c milk, scalded
<br />1 c. sugar
<br />4 egg yolks, beaten
<br />4 lg. bananas, sliced
<br />8-12 quartered marshmallows (I'd recommend using less)
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<br />You can use a double boiler for this, but I didn't hassle with that... just make sure you stir constantly.
<br />Melt the butter and add cornstarch in water mixture.. Stir in cornstarch. Slowly stir in the hot milk, then add sugar. Cook, stirring frequently for 20 minutes or until thickened.
<br />Stir a small amount of the hot custard into the egg yolks.
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<br />Add the 12 quartered marshmallows (again, I'd use less, it's super sweet with 12) to the hot custard. Cook for 2 minutes more. Remove the pan from the heat. Arrange the bananas in the bottom of the pie shell. Pour the hot custard over the bananas. Bake 10 to 15 minutes or until the custard is set. Cool, and chill until serving. Enjoy!
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<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">PIE #3:</span> <strong>Don't Squash Peace Pie</strong>
<br />FOR: Paul Rawlins, friend, cook, musician, writer, peace pie activist.
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj8xUpIbma5DoZyBv90a4wT4iyTiOGqjE2afjdHjziu4Yj0FuM6xX743m2gKJQC0bILH9oC8P5-fQSoE4-wJ0fpQ4HI9ur7LpLwolNc-plFggptoFcyuVOg0ZFLkIVixQ0hUUzgQ/s1600-h/DSCN2173.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj8xUpIbma5DoZyBv90a4wT4iyTiOGqjE2afjdHjziu4Yj0FuM6xX743m2gKJQC0bILH9oC8P5-fQSoE4-wJ0fpQ4HI9ur7LpLwolNc-plFggptoFcyuVOg0ZFLkIVixQ0hUUzgQ/s400/DSCN2173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417402184986665218" /></a> Paul admits he's somewhat of a pacifist. Here's his philosophy, <span style="font-weight:bold;">"Make pie, not war." Or: "I believe if people cuddled more, they'd kill less."</span>
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<br />Paul and I have been friends for at least five years. We've cooked many meals together, followed by hearty singing while he played the guitar and sometimes dancing. Paul's grandma Velma didn't grow pumpkins in her garden, so when Thanksgiving rolled around, she baked pie with whatever squash was on hand over-wintering in the basement. Velma was short, about 5-foot, and so her dutiful and loving husband Owen built the countertops and kitchen sink low so she wouldn't have to strain her back when cooking and cleaning. Owen was a dairy farmer in Cache Valley. For the holidays, Paul recalls eating his granny's squash pie. I wanted to bring him back to those good memories.
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<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">RECIPE:</span>
<br />Ingredients:
<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">From Southern Cooking, About.com
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<br />1 unbaked and chilled 9-inch pie shell
<br />1 large butternut squash, cooked and pureed, about 1 1/2 cups pureed squash
<br />1 cup light brown sugar, firmly packed
<br />3 large eggs
<br />3/4 cup evaporated milk or half and half
<br />1 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
<br />1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg
<br />1/4 teaspoon ground ginger
<br />1/4 teaspoon salt
<br />2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
<br />1 tablespoon melted butter
<br />1 teaspoon vanilla
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<br />Preparation:
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<br />To cook squash:
<br />Cut the squash in half lengthwise; remove stem and scoop out the seeds. Place the squash, cut side down, on a foil-lined oiled baking pan; add about 1/2 cup of water to the pan. Cover loosely with foil and bake at 400° for 45 to 55 minutes, or until the squash is tender and can be easily pierced with a fork. Let cool completely then peel and mash or puree the squash or put it through a food mill. Measure 1 1/2 cups of the squash and set aside.
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<br />Cool oven to 350 degrees.
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<br />In a mixing bowl with electric mixer, beat the squash with the brown sugar. Add eggs, evaporated milk, spices salt, flour, butter, and vanilla.
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<br />This squash pie batter is smiling! And it has a nutmeg beard!!
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<br />Beat until well blended. Pour the filling into the chilled pie and place on the center oven rack. Bake for 45 to 55 minutes, or until set. Serve with a dollop of whipped topping.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">PIE #4: </span><strong>Great Outdoors Flaming Shmore Chocolate Pudding Pie</strong>
<br />FOR: Wilderness Lover and Mother, Ann Gates Weaver
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<br />Ann is completely in her element with blowtorch in hand roasting marshmallows on the top of this pie I made for her to remember the good old days when she could go camping whenever she wanted. Now she has two young children and it's more difficult to get away. Here we are in her parent's front yard, but for a moment, we're transported to the wilderness and forget about the awful inversion hanging over Salt Lake City.
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<br />I made this pie to remind her of camping in the wilderness- a place where, like me, she feels most at home.
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<br />I used a few dark chocolate bars of Endangered Species chocolate to make this. This is one of my favorite pudding pie recipes, I've made this a dozen times.
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<br />I highly recommend using bars of <a href="http://www.amanochocolate.com/retail/">Amano Artisan Chocolate</a> in your pudding pie. For Thanksgiving, I made this recipe with $20 of Amano chocolate from the Ocamare valley in Venezuala. The pie had a reddish brown hue and the taste was fruity, exotic, earthy and what real chocolate was meant to taste like. I dream about this pie.
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<br />Be sure to stir constantly or your pudding will get lumpy.
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<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">RECIPE:</span>
<br />Black-Bottom Chocolate Pie
<br />Bon Appétit
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<br />Filling (chocolate pudding)
<br />2/3 cup sugar
<br />1/4 cup cornstarch
<br />2 tablespoons unsweetened cocoa powder
<br />Pinch of salt
<br />6 large egg yolks
<br />2 cups low-fat (1%) milk
<br />6 ounces of favorite bitterweet chocolate ( I used Endangered Species Chocolate. I also recommend AMANO artisan chocolate.)
<br />1 tablespoon dark rum
<br />1 teaspoon vanilla extract
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<br />For Filling:
<br />Whisk first 4 ingredients in heavy medium saucepan to blend. Whisk in egg yolks to form thick paste. Gradually whisk in milk, then cream. Whisk over medium-high heat until mixture thickens and boils 1 minute. Remove from heat. Add chocolate and whisk until smooth. Whisk in rum and vanilla. Cool 5 minutes, whisking occasionally. Transfer filling to frozen crust. Chill until cold, at least 2 hours and up to 1 day.
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<br />Add crushed graham crackers to the top of this chocolate pudding cake, toast them then cover in marshmallows and toast the marshmallows until golden brown.
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<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">PIE #5:</span> <strong>Toni's Sista's Sour Cream Blueberry Birthday Cheesecake</strong>
<br />FOR: Toni's sister Robyn
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<br />Toni made this cheescake for her sister Robyn's birthday. Toni is the youngest of six sisters. Her oldest sis is 14 years her senior. Robyn has a generous spirit and Toni says is the kind of sister who can always be counted on to come to her aid when she's in need. The two love to sing Karaoke together and somedays even stay up till the wee hours of the morning singing their hearts out to their favorite tunes such as Cindy Lauper's Time after Time.
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<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">RECIPE:</span>
<br />Adapted from Epicurious.com
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<br />Crust
<br />1 3/4 cups graham cracker crumbs (about 12 whole graham crackers)
<br />1/4 cup sugar
<br />1/2 teaspoon salt
<br />1/2 cup (1 stick) unsalted butter, melted
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<br />Filling
<br />2 (8-ounce) packages cream cheese, room temperature
<br />2/3 cup plus 3 tablespoons sugar
<br />2 large eggs
<br />3 tablespoons fresh lemon juice juice
<br />1 tablespoon grated lemon peel
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<br />1 16-ounce container sour cream
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<br />Preparation
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<br />For crust:
<br />Preheat oven to 350°F. Wrap 3 layers of foil around outside of 8- to 8 1/2-inch-diameter springform pan with 3-inch-high sides. Butter pan. Stir first 3 ingredients to blend in medium bowl. Mix in butter until moistened. Press crumb mixture evenly onto bottom and 1 1/2 inches up sides of prepared pan. Bake just until set, about 5 minutes. Cool completely. Maintain oven temperature.
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<br />For filling:
<br />Place cream cheese, 2/3 cup sugar, eggs, lemon juice, and lemon peel in processor; blend well.
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<br />Spoon custard into crust; smooth top. Carefully spoon filling over. Set cheesecake in large baking pan. Add enough hot water to baking pan to come 1 inch up sides of cheesecake pan. Bake until almost set but not puffed and center moves slightly when pan is gently shaken, about 45 minutes.
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<br />Meanwhile, stir sour cream and remaining 3 tablespoons sugar in medium bowl to blend.
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<br />Carefully spoon sour cream mixture over hot cheesecake; smooth top. Bake until topping sets, about 10 minutes. Cool 10 minutes. Run knife around sides of pan to loosen. Cool cheesecake completely. Cover and refrigerate overnight.
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<br />Add blueberries or other fruit when the cheesecake is completely cooled.
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<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">PIE #6: </span><strong>Gift of the Magpie Quince Apple Pie</strong>
<br />FOR: Amy (My sister), Chuck and her kids
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<br />Amy's my older sister, just a year and a month older than me, so we've been through a lot together. Christmas always brings back childhood memories of making snow angels together, wearing matching robin-egg blue down parkas to walk in sub-zero temps to the school bus, and watching Amy pull on 3 pairs of socks and stuff my Dad's old iceskates with tissue paper so she could skate like an Olympic star on the frozen puddle in our yard. I rememeber coming in from the cold to fresh oven cookies, rosettes and cream-filled sandbuckles and then pulling on our matching flannel nighties and watching them make sparks in the dark of our room because we were too poor to buy fabric softner.
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<br />I feel like I'm a kid again when I'm around Amy and her beautiful, rambunctious kids.
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<br />I love you Amy! I made her this pie because she and her family are moving to Pennsylvania in three days.
<br />"When will you come back?" I asked her today.
<br />"Not until a funeral" she said. My sister is very frugal and so I half-believe her, but hope she's really kidding.
<br />"We'll come back for a funeral only if we have frequent flyer miles," Chimed in her husband with a smile.
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<br />When I delivered the pie to Amy and her family, I told the kids a story about the pie. I like to make up stories to tell my nieces and nephews. Here's the story:
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<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">THE GIFT OF THE MAGPIE</span>
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<br /><blockquote>Once upon a time there was a mother who had lost her husband. She had two young children and no money. She was very poor and very sad because Christmas was coming and she didn't know what she would give to her children. She wanted so much to bake something delicious for them. One night, when her children were fast asleep, she went outside in the front yard because she couldn't sleep. She looked up and saw three beautiful stars shining in a row above her head.
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<br />She made a wish on those stars; a wish that she could find a way to give her children something good for Christmas.
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<br />The she went back to bed and fell right asleep. When she woke the next morning, she heard an unusual tapping sound outside. Was it someone at her door? She listened again. Who was there? Maybe it was just the bill collector she couldn't pay, she said to herself, and put her head back down on the pillow. She closed her eyes and heard the tapping again, but this time, she realized it was at the window. She jumped out of bed and went to her window, pulling up the blinds. Outside she saw a bird, perched on her windowsill with a piece of fruit in her beak. The bird flew away, leaving the fruit behind. It came again, bringing back another piece.
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<br />The bird had given her two pieces of fruit that looked like fat round pears. These fruit were called quince. The mother was so happy. She thought: "Now I can make a pie out of this fruit." Later that day, while she was in the backyard, she looked on the ground and saw three yellow apples that had fallen off the neighbor's tree. She picked them up and put them with the quince.
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<br />The she went to the basement, where she had a very meager food storage and found some flour and a large container of dark brown honey that was given to her more than 20 years ago.
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<br />The honey had caramelized, but she knew that honey was still good after many years, so she could use it to make her pie. So she stayed up late that night, cooking a pie that her children would never forget.
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<br />That Christmas, when her children woke up in the morning, they woke to the smell of apple quince pie: a Gift from the Magpie to their mother. They each happily took a slice of gooey rich pie and gave their mother a kiss. Since that Christmas, though their mother had found a job and could afford gifts, every year they made the same apple quince pie to remember the Gift of the Magpie. THE END.</blockquote>
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<br />My nephews and nieces loved it. "Is that a true story?" They asked me with wide-eyes. "Yes," I said. "Now have a slice of pie."
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<br />(Photo by Alan Murray)
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<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">RECIPE:</span>
<br />Adapted from All Recipes.com
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<br />Ingredients
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<br />Two quince, peeled, cored and sliced
<br />1/2 cup honey
<br />1 1/2 cups water
<br />1 pinch salt
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<br />1 recipe pastry for a 9 inch double crust pie
<br />5 golden delicious apples
<br />1/2 cup white sugar
<br />1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
<br />1/2 teaspoon salt
<br />3 tablespoons all-purpose flour
<br />2 tablespoons butter
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<br />(I cut the sugar by 1/4 cup, added apples and then didn't put a top crust on it. I might try it with the top crust next time. It looks a little gooey without it.)
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<br />Directions
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<br />Combine the sliced quince, honey, water, and a pinch of salt in a pan (you should have about nine cups of sliced fruit). Cover the pan and bring it to a boil. Reduce the heat to very low. Simmer, covered, until the fruit is tender, about 8 minutes, stirring carefully once or twice to avoid breaking the fruit.
<br />Put a strainer over a saucepan and pour the cooked quince into a strainer, reserving the cooking liquid. Set the quince aside to cool.
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<br />Roll out the pastry and line a 9 inch pie plate. Refrigerate the dough while you prepare the filling.
<br />Combine the white sugar, cinnamon, 1/2 teaspoon salt, and flour in a small bowl and mix well. Add the sugar mixture and the butter to the reserved quince cooking liquid and bring it to a boil. Reduce the heat and cook, stirring constantly, until the mixture thickens, about 1 to 2 minutes. Remove the pan from the heat and allow the sauce to cool.
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<br />Fill the pastry shell with the 5 apples cut up and peeled. Add the cooked quince then cover with the sauce.
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<br />Place a sheet pan on the lowest rack of the oven. Add the top crust, crimping the edge to seal. Cut vents or prick the crust with a fork to allow steam to escape.
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<br />Put the pie on the preheated sheet pan and immediately reduce the oven temperature to 425 degrees F (220 degrees C). Bake until the edges of the crust are golden brown, about 25 minutes. Reduce the heat to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C) and bake until the juices are bubbling and the crust is brown, about 45 minutes more.
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<br /><strong>On my Christmas wish list for 2010</strong>: "Chase Me and Kiss Me in a Wild Huckleberry Patch Amano Chocolate Pie Sprinkled with Fresh-picked Island Park Huckleberries"
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<br />BAKE A PIE TODAY FOR SOMEBODY YOU LOVE! MERRY CHRISTMAS!!
<br />P.S. Thank you to the movie, <em>Waitress</em>, for inspiring me to give my pies such wacky names.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-1339001676294320612009-11-14T12:20:00.000-08:002009-11-14T13:10:48.828-08:00<strong>Living the Cowboy Way</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpqWNDPiySv1XqORNEO8QbgvkKcfvwUYbpZtm9OQX-ffv7RamBYLAKS6ceGiqj-0rLppyAnBPppXGH-Cv2Fx7yqu80c96pjPD_oblw7co9DkelE11-fhkGGhMtoG7ZqH6fQeVxKw/s1600-h/Kim+and+Dakota.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpqWNDPiySv1XqORNEO8QbgvkKcfvwUYbpZtm9OQX-ffv7RamBYLAKS6ceGiqj-0rLppyAnBPppXGH-Cv2Fx7yqu80c96pjPD_oblw7co9DkelE11-fhkGGhMtoG7ZqH6fQeVxKw/s400/Kim+and+Dakota.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404058021688815042" /></a><br /><br />Do you know where your meat comes from? This summer, I had the opportunity to spend a week on a working cattle ranch with an old high school friend and her family. They manage the 6-C Ranch in Gold Creek, Montana. <br /><br />Before most cows get to feedlots, some live a pretty idyllic life in beautiful places like this cattle ranch that I write about. And in the case of Kim Summer's cows, they get well taken care of. <br /><br />Here's a story I wrote about it on my sister food story site called Foodlore Library. Check out <a href="http://www.foodlorelibrary.com">Living The Cowboy Way.</a> Most of the photos were taken by one of my best high school buddies, Kim's talented wife, Penny Summers. Enjoy!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-53980846692125158302009-10-21T20:45:00.000-07:002010-05-26T13:51:39.135-07:00<strong>Eating [in] the Desert<br />Grand moments in Southern Utah baking and hiking </strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0naaq4ddevhr7_WV3xVYcTJ2Xh1uTjfq2bN69OVTL07lE0Hq4yFxz6mWkptOC6Z99RunOT88ovEHfFTBMvU543HwwxwbKH15-jF4wVW31AVzCoDQk10TdN1bZRM-EwxkQB_RC4A/s1600-h/Escalante+2+012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0naaq4ddevhr7_WV3xVYcTJ2Xh1uTjfq2bN69OVTL07lE0Hq4yFxz6mWkptOC6Z99RunOT88ovEHfFTBMvU543HwwxwbKH15-jF4wVW31AVzCoDQk10TdN1bZRM-EwxkQB_RC4A/s400/Escalante+2+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396036868430556962" /></a><br /><br />There's nothing to do in this town <strong>except two of my favorite things to do: cook and hike.</strong> My roommate and I have taken up both with a vengenence.<br /><br />Here's a video of my roommate trying to make peanut butter pudding, but instead creating an alien species.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iIn_dsBJnGQ&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iIn_dsBJnGQ&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /> <br /><br /><strong>WE HIKE IN SEARCH OF INDIGENOUS FOODS</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvXlKFCQ08_MnhvbBmJdAwbUiEP3-OFvarcwqVh-H-dqlDEPDrKi77z5Gwg2PzmnLuuyzvRSgPVzRQMsX4rvSdbWXOTKNaIoEHOwINTdCwiClOwRPbJN4YQsPrJ_Q74pLXQ8RoyQ/s1600-h/Escalante+045.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvXlKFCQ08_MnhvbBmJdAwbUiEP3-OFvarcwqVh-H-dqlDEPDrKi77z5Gwg2PzmnLuuyzvRSgPVzRQMsX4rvSdbWXOTKNaIoEHOwINTdCwiClOwRPbJN4YQsPrJ_Q74pLXQ8RoyQ/s400/Escalante+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395962440588004882" /></a><br />Here's the location of the pricky pears we collected.<br /><br /><em>Yes, I will pluck this prickly pear, boil it, strain it and make a delicious syrup to pour over ice cream.</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfq-osDeT1Rh9vNo9NEZ7WyElcA0GdWd6K5mSyosoyXTAZRCSguMGBkwZAPGT_DPPDeGqMy3S1JHfENjOJUzIg6suV7LH6PVaF0qSTToieBLQzZqxbCyzw9t3DQ4WrNzxuS4UT2Q/s1600-h/Escalante+056.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfq-osDeT1Rh9vNo9NEZ7WyElcA0GdWd6K5mSyosoyXTAZRCSguMGBkwZAPGT_DPPDeGqMy3S1JHfENjOJUzIg6suV7LH6PVaF0qSTToieBLQzZqxbCyzw9t3DQ4WrNzxuS4UT2Q/s320/Escalante+056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395971729002595490" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_B7OEwqgD6JBKyo8VwAe0pXKmSUOE2F31xQByHBj2DBYCpOslGQdc_25WwxP12CWX69YCcJ5XLcVFpxPTfDPQR79qCR8sHcyuqdBQ8_aFaKpaXSv8UvJ6tXyWamtEWTZtxAyJZg/s1600-h/Escalante+042.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_B7OEwqgD6JBKyo8VwAe0pXKmSUOE2F31xQByHBj2DBYCpOslGQdc_25WwxP12CWX69YCcJ5XLcVFpxPTfDPQR79qCR8sHcyuqdBQ8_aFaKpaXSv8UvJ6tXyWamtEWTZtxAyJZg/s320/Escalante+042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395971738368672306" /></a><br />Yes, these are prickly pear hair-proof skiing gloves. We wore them after learning the hard way (see below: Shannon tried to get the prickly pear hairs out of her fingers.)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVwFJ1-rjIP_iADuwPb9Fb43U1Xk9896lmq95KO5NTDNsmw5jk3exk_dmOG6qzHaNe42-fSc0RF50x1Y2gVVQUz4yMD9Y1YP6GHLFRnt0VLMd6Afn7_vawdyHOOjurcfnLkafF9Q/s1600-h/Escalante+030.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVwFJ1-rjIP_iADuwPb9Fb43U1Xk9896lmq95KO5NTDNsmw5jk3exk_dmOG6qzHaNe42-fSc0RF50x1Y2gVVQUz4yMD9Y1YP6GHLFRnt0VLMd6Afn7_vawdyHOOjurcfnLkafF9Q/s320/Escalante+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396046848188907938" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBzveSZuT87sP4xhX8niggII8WWyGm9kPiss0E3xSBOKMKs7KN31u9ZPWIHRWoYH5bFsWMBnYOSbHzgkcoWdXdzDAaMDJizfvTRfXuwVAhISeWk38F5sz8YgyNi5IiU8gAMlz6YQ/s1600-h/Escalante+065.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBzveSZuT87sP4xhX8niggII8WWyGm9kPiss0E3xSBOKMKs7KN31u9ZPWIHRWoYH5bFsWMBnYOSbHzgkcoWdXdzDAaMDJizfvTRfXuwVAhISeWk38F5sz8YgyNi5IiU8gAMlz6YQ/s400/Escalante+065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395969655284615394" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgclhoVu-73bTrwRnkHB3dsFK-VCCLzyw5BuFhYSeed4VZmoHORca8RCOOu08brTHTD0pzN_yaW8Xr2Qra0eJ4v8YeQy9Qk2Fq2Ztegvc5Cn1-LM7V60IlSDcdL-1bgSqWfkAsyAQ/s1600-h/Escalante+2+082.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgclhoVu-73bTrwRnkHB3dsFK-VCCLzyw5BuFhYSeed4VZmoHORca8RCOOu08brTHTD0pzN_yaW8Xr2Qra0eJ4v8YeQy9Qk2Fq2Ztegvc5Cn1-LM7V60IlSDcdL-1bgSqWfkAsyAQ/s400/Escalante+2+082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396037352217614274" /></a><br /><strong><br /><em>After you boil the prickly pear fruit, you strain it. The green sloppy pepper- colored stuff with seeds is what's left. And then there's the gold... or the pretty prickly pear juice. To get the syrup you boil it down with a cup of sugar, teaspoon of cornstarch and the juice of one lemon. </em><br /><br />WE DRIVE AROUND THE DESERT IN THIS CRAZY ORANGE VW BUG</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgug1Tgu9xoq581_XkUYxWC0jERdb4Ywf03LwqCRKPCmAHGlO-vCwgvXRP8nB_FI2VC15fehbs9r0gUlcZsLBLwO8wP1bO66wvcTsR6mm8aUC8QgRj9Asrg8piY4BEGJ415xoHlSg/s1600-h/Escalante+2+049.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgug1Tgu9xoq581_XkUYxWC0jERdb4Ywf03LwqCRKPCmAHGlO-vCwgvXRP8nB_FI2VC15fehbs9r0gUlcZsLBLwO8wP1bO66wvcTsR6mm8aUC8QgRj9Asrg8piY4BEGJ415xoHlSg/s400/Escalante+2+049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395970142154333634" /></a><br /><br /><em>My Roommate and I have nothing to dress-up for, so we dress-up for the lizards. Here's Shannon of Escalante Gables and her kindred spirit Willow.</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho6dJIbR-Q50NHGJUc1idEnEPcAyBBkL6GLp9JY2VTfL2DAhTuvzT3d7gaxyRD0SSRqJ2XpxVjSH1L2h9tvDHLXF48kRGKcCekF6On81gk-5gMvK9jkJUuwfFqUljdkNXYWFkD6w/s1600-h/Escalante+2+052.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho6dJIbR-Q50NHGJUc1idEnEPcAyBBkL6GLp9JY2VTfL2DAhTuvzT3d7gaxyRD0SSRqJ2XpxVjSH1L2h9tvDHLXF48kRGKcCekF6On81gk-5gMvK9jkJUuwfFqUljdkNXYWFkD6w/s320/Escalante+2+052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395961173931047938" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbP7slHusZaE6MFVN6Cbds0ZTMXEX-KsteAbxnORbjrxlMEhhw5pUlBqX8qikeXObFNzV9_uhFey3U_Wfsm0CM8540oENjZ9L6empCqzLM3CuoagNLy837IjvU-dVUpjWEtx2qOQ/s1600-h/Escalante+2+024.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbP7slHusZaE6MFVN6Cbds0ZTMXEX-KsteAbxnORbjrxlMEhhw5pUlBqX8qikeXObFNzV9_uhFey3U_Wfsm0CM8540oENjZ9L6empCqzLM3CuoagNLy837IjvU-dVUpjWEtx2qOQ/s320/Escalante+2+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395960945793238354" /></a><br /><strong><br />WE DO ADVANCED YOGA POSES ON ROCK FORMATIONS</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6twpCmkqBz1YlC_OgaenLyj2VwnOv_Oj3C2e8H60gev3H17_3H9oBxk135tzFUM3N6bBgswaEPddTgmGAPFYmLiHTAa-eJdTQAnbJDsT5lapxOKfavNE0ZHP-8BEOid_eD8ivOA/s1600-h/Escalante+2+020.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6twpCmkqBz1YlC_OgaenLyj2VwnOv_Oj3C2e8H60gev3H17_3H9oBxk135tzFUM3N6bBgswaEPddTgmGAPFYmLiHTAa-eJdTQAnbJDsT5lapxOKfavNE0ZHP-8BEOid_eD8ivOA/s320/Escalante+2+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396045558441569570" /></a><br /><br /><strong>WE COOK SOME MORE</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFZCKP_X7bf56ufKAsK_GuqzgThYcRnw-vJVlQ0BdW3qYJwVLhPOaFrjfsqphxrrkpNPdK0u7eH6BvO_npYqEg7hHNFISyXfdhX_F8XYuVIhRve8tb8aJn169ilw0yvcTOshgPvg/s1600-h/Escalante+2+032.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFZCKP_X7bf56ufKAsK_GuqzgThYcRnw-vJVlQ0BdW3qYJwVLhPOaFrjfsqphxrrkpNPdK0u7eH6BvO_npYqEg7hHNFISyXfdhX_F8XYuVIhRve8tb8aJn169ilw0yvcTOshgPvg/s320/Escalante+2+032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396042248981389058" /></a><br /><em>Here's Shannon with a berry cobbler and apple pie.</em><br /><br />We've started up a bi-weekly dinner group. We've got our own small town version of Top Chef going on. <br /><br /><strong>WE CHARM OUR GUESTS WITH FOOD</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8EyqKHm9VCJrfcDuch4_bJKXl1Xk2O6EWztFAQ7OKudBjCjpuuNoP3dfuwtzsfNjQBh_dtBEkkOXXxzUF0nDBi1hPnyXeiyJforsyPlOXLYW0Och7PFTZoNnhyUhaOYEKFIttLg/s1600-h/Escalante+2+046.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8EyqKHm9VCJrfcDuch4_bJKXl1Xk2O6EWztFAQ7OKudBjCjpuuNoP3dfuwtzsfNjQBh_dtBEkkOXXxzUF0nDBi1hPnyXeiyJforsyPlOXLYW0Och7PFTZoNnhyUhaOYEKFIttLg/s320/Escalante+2+046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396043442976897442" /></a><br /><br />Our first dinner was squash and pumpkin soup two ways. I cooked up an acorn and butternut squash and Shannon cooked up a pie pumpkin.<br /> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOEhECNgP0AZX9hli1_cGwsYAoGI-iOtLkCg8WZdCic3plT7ogvrPXPqVUlDS_IkotU9lSMD-95SeEWY62no0fEW2FxwBjvPS540pGH9okJm_UNKDKKMp9qqUgDcZk7yXGqwFbOg/s1600-h/Escalante+006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOEhECNgP0AZX9hli1_cGwsYAoGI-iOtLkCg8WZdCic3plT7ogvrPXPqVUlDS_IkotU9lSMD-95SeEWY62no0fEW2FxwBjvPS540pGH9okJm_UNKDKKMp9qqUgDcZk7yXGqwFbOg/s400/Escalante+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395266367289726754" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFCIlCWMWr4hyphenhyphens0FoppD63b0vE_WK0bKY2hvcZiLmW1PYPyIVOJoQzIZJV1fBr5XugWs2Pzr7Mj42_VxQ18vQfg5uXQSQvCD4J576dfx0zkvLuYlo8WF4-M4EUMBzws9IUjjDS-Q/s1600-h/Escalante+007.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFCIlCWMWr4hyphenhyphens0FoppD63b0vE_WK0bKY2hvcZiLmW1PYPyIVOJoQzIZJV1fBr5XugWs2Pzr7Mj42_VxQ18vQfg5uXQSQvCD4J576dfx0zkvLuYlo8WF4-M4EUMBzws9IUjjDS-Q/s320/Escalante+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395268819201623026" /></a><br /><br />I sauteed a whole onion and garlic in butter and olive oil, along with a few serrano peppers. I added chicken stock and then put it all in a blender till smooth then put it back on the stove and added butter, cream, a little brown sugar, salt and let it simmer.<br /><br />Mine was smooth like baby food and rich with cream and butter. "like what I'd expect my grandma to make," said Jessie. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibk8nkpFlC4koiFxG8v7oNhTRnx8Hk8Wcf_-dX0k-lbH4pdFURiSostwb9eWUF4k8NTNr_9Um91yU1TAtDCDeMiIP01hUZVpZsMZYmwX0iWNH0fPlsl81lfAb2VoRSZ2D-qCdmgg/s1600-h/Escalante+017.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibk8nkpFlC4koiFxG8v7oNhTRnx8Hk8Wcf_-dX0k-lbH4pdFURiSostwb9eWUF4k8NTNr_9Um91yU1TAtDCDeMiIP01hUZVpZsMZYmwX0iWNH0fPlsl81lfAb2VoRSZ2D-qCdmgg/s320/Escalante+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395267933242186082" /></a><br /><br />Mine was made with chicken fat. Shannon's soup was vegetarian and had more kick, more color and texture. Our guests liked both (smart dinner guests) for different reasons. <br /><br />For dessert, we made this chocolate pecan pie with dark chocolate, rum, and chopped pecans. Recipe on its way.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdkI2eJS8fCH91vLuZ6X9IQwMpXl4O85Xvj2RCP1xymyrc2tN4rI-QbuM72mfxMKr7hYMjLqi_Z9yusv14js_MXp9jXsH_DPw94mYZvAPubU2f6DABnQabaO21pDe60oGDaeDJhw/s1600-h/Escalante+018.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdkI2eJS8fCH91vLuZ6X9IQwMpXl4O85Xvj2RCP1xymyrc2tN4rI-QbuM72mfxMKr7hYMjLqi_Z9yusv14js_MXp9jXsH_DPw94mYZvAPubU2f6DABnQabaO21pDe60oGDaeDJhw/s320/Escalante+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395269680657786290" /></a><br /><br />Last week, we took the CURRY CHALLENGE, making curry two different ways. I made red curry and she green. Mine had carrots, cashews, potatoes and garlic.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTD5xpu2bt1DmMvyLhFtPvIVMfzyJem8-rhgjBTVDIpvVRm180ZuQI40V4npxsXELf9j6OyFUASnbXXIzyma6ftmrN2QOxJpb-ZCuIapkcCcUTLx-OeSmxTsFvEQell67zd9f4gQ/s1600-h/Escalante+2+040.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTD5xpu2bt1DmMvyLhFtPvIVMfzyJem8-rhgjBTVDIpvVRm180ZuQI40V4npxsXELf9j6OyFUASnbXXIzyma6ftmrN2QOxJpb-ZCuIapkcCcUTLx-OeSmxTsFvEQell67zd9f4gQ/s320/Escalante+2+040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396041422625288722" /></a><br /><br />Goodbye!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOaxjCn2WQmY_H4baMsyYcl7DcUHqiVrEgdl-ig46eFWpCUjtvv6UCy_i6GplR0HwnvXrfWHsy0XkPlhmY8RUQUthXKdkOrsxIVvyIW6eMN5g_p77Gsaz1HN1FVLRhO5kCU62HlQ/s1600-h/Escalante+2+028.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOaxjCn2WQmY_H4baMsyYcl7DcUHqiVrEgdl-ig46eFWpCUjtvv6UCy_i6GplR0HwnvXrfWHsy0XkPlhmY8RUQUthXKdkOrsxIVvyIW6eMN5g_p77Gsaz1HN1FVLRhO5kCU62HlQ/s320/Escalante+2+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396047615173282114" /></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.com1