Kopytka

5 Jan

A few weeks ago Eddie told me he’d had a dream the night before in which he was watching his mother make one of his favorite Polish foods, and that he was going to try and duplicate what he saw in the dream.

Kopytka, literally translated from Polish as “little hooves”, is a pasta made from mashed potatoes, flour and egg. The dumplings are boiled and then served with soup or gravy or fried in bacon fat and topped with crumbled bacon. (My mouth just watered a little bit!)

Eddie made his first attempt at the recipe while I was at a business meeting one afternoon. Unfortunately, he ran low on flour and had a little trouble working with them, but they were delicious! The next time we worked together and I photographed the process. It is really quite simple and the result is SO worth it! Here’s the recipe and some visual  instruction.

4 medium potatoes, boiled and mashed
2 ½ to 3 cups flour
2 medium eggs
2 tsp. salt
1 tsp. pepper

Place mashed, cooled potatoes in large bowl. Lightly beat eggs with salt and pepper and mix into potatoes. Gradually add flour, 1 cup at a time, until dough becomes sticky. Turn out onto floured surface, kneading in more flour until dough is smooth and pliable.

Break into balls about the size of a small orange and then shape into logs about 1” in diameter. With a sharp knife, cut logs on a bias about ½” thick.

In a large pot, bring water to a boil and add dumplings slowly so they do not “clump” together. When they rise to the top, reduce the temperature and cook for 3 to 5 minutes while stirring occasionally.

Pour dumplings into colander and rinse with cold water. Serve with goulash or pot roast or fry them lightly in bacon fat and top with crumbled bacon. 

Eddie’s Tree House

1 Jan

When we planted the orchard two years ago, Eddie built PVC frames and covered them with plastic netting to keep the birds from stealing the fruit, but when the first peach tree was almost ready to harvest we discovered that squirrels had chewed through the netting and taken EVERY SINGLE ONE of the peaches.

The first cage Eddie built to replace the net covered structures, as seen at right.

Eddie quickly built “cages” around the remaining trees and we managed to keep most of the first year’s fruit. He felt it was too crowded, though, when we had to go inside to pick, prune or spray, so he began engineering “the tree house”. It took him about 3 months to disassemble the panels from the cages, and then measure, design and construct the 3000 square foot enclosure. He recycled the panels from the cages and of course had to install supports, build more panels and cover the top with avian wire.

Putting on the finishing touches.

Spraying was a cinch this year...lots of room to move around.

It's a masterpiece, Eddie!

He’s a mechanical genius and a tireless worker, and although I worried constantly about him being on the ladder and scaffolding, everything went fine and the result is beautiful! We’re looking forward to a spring blossom party in there!

Lemon Drop Martinis

14 Dec

When I sent out the Pomegranate Martini post yesterday, a couple of folks asked for the Lemon Drop Martini recipe, so here you go! We have a Meyer Lemon tree and when the fruit is in season this is a regular (at least once a week) treat at Eddie’s Bar.

1 1/2 ounces vodka
1/2 ounce Triple Sec
1 teaspoon superfine sugar
3/4 ounce fresh lemon juice
4 -5 ice cubes
Small plate of superfine sugar, for the martini glass rim
Lemon twist

  1. Chill martini glasses in freezer for at least 10 minutes prior to serving.
  2. Place Vodka, Triple Sec, lemon juice and sugar into a cocktail shaker with 4-5 ice cubes and shake vigorously for 30 seconds to 1 minute, until shaker is icy.
  3. Run the lemon twist around the edge of the chilled martini glass and dip in a small amount of superfine sugar for a coated rim.
  4. Pour the strained martini into the chilled glasses and serve.

Cheers!

Holiday Pom Tinis!

13 Dec

Our neighbor, Cynthia, has an enormous old pomegranate tree in her back yard, and so much fruit falls on the ground that every few days she picks them up, breaks them in half and tosses them over the fence to our chickens.

Last week I was in the hen yard when she was treating the girls. We had a little chat about how juicy the pomegranates are this year and how much the chickens love them. Then I gathered up a dozen eggs for her and she brought me half a grocery bag full of fruit. Last year she made a beautiful jelly from them, but she said the work involved was hardly worth it and suggested I use them for martinis instead. Brilliant!

Until last week I had never juiced a pomegranate, but a little web research later I found it wasn’t that difficult to do – using an ordinary citrus squeezer and then straining juice through a fine sieve. I adapted this recipe from Oprah and Rachel Ray and I think you’ll find it a beautiful and tasty holiday beverage.

2 ounces fresh squeezed pomegranate juice
3 ounces Absolute Citron vodka
1 ½ ounces Triple Sec
Cup of ice
Squeeze of lemon

Chill martini glasses in freezer for at least ½ hour. Place all ingredients except ice into shaker. Use slice of lemon to moisten the rim of glasses and then coat with sugar…I prefer superfine baker’s sugar for cocktail trims.

Add ice to shaker and shake vigorously for 2 to 3 minutes or until container is icy cold. Pour into sugar-rimmed glasses and serve.

Cheers!

Drunken Fig Jam

29 Oct

This year our Black Mission Fig tree went bananas! Groans acknowledged and appreciated. Perhaps it was the rather brutal pruning we gave it last year that sent it into stress and compelled it to reproduce in the form of blooms, fruit and seeds.

I love walking past that tree every morning on my way down to the barnyard, and at this time of year I often have breakfast on the way, plucking the low-hanging fruit for an indescribably sweet, chilled taste of fall. Nevertheless, one can only eat so many fresh figs and I haven’t mastered the dehydrator.

Last year I found this recipe for Drunken Fig Jam and made a few jars of the sweet, savory condiment. This year I’ve already canned a dozen half-pint jars…I’m thinking Christmas presents. If you can get your hands on four pounds of figs — preferably Black Mission but other figs will do — this jam works with both sweet and savory dishes and goes nicely with lamb chops, over pancakes or on a piece of crusty bread with a schmear of chevre or brie cheese.

Below is my slightly altered recipe from Epicurious…I only reduced the sugar from four cups to three.

INGREDIENTS

2 lemons
4 pounds ripe fresh figs (preferably black), stemmed, cut into 1/2-inch pieces (about 9 cups)
3 cups sugar
3/4 cup brandy or Cognac
1/2 teaspoon coarse kosher salt

 

Using a vegetable peeler, remove thin outer rind from lemons in long strips, peeling from top to bottom of fruit. Cut  into matchstick-size strips (about 3 tablespoons).

Remove stem ends and chop figs into 1/2 inch pieces.  Combine lemon peel, figs, sugar, brandy and salt in heavy, deep saucepan. Let stand at room temperature for one hour, stirring occasionally.

Bring fig mixture to boil over medium-high heat, stirring until sugar dissolves. Reduce heat to medium. Continue to boil until jam thickens and is reduced to 6 cups, stirring frequently and occasionally mashing mixture with potato masher to crush large fig pieces, 30 to 35 minutes. Remove from heat.

 

Ladle mixture into 6 hot, sterilized 1/2-pint glass canning jars, leaving 1/4-inch space at top of jars. Remove any air bubbles. Wipe jar threads and rims with clean damp cloth. Cover with hot lids and apply screw bands. Process jars in pot of boiling water for 10 minutes. Cool jars completely. Store in cool, dark place for up to 1 year.

And then, what to do with those peeled lemons? Well, in the spirit of drunken fruit, how about Lemon Drop Martinis?

Cheers!

Christening the Chooks

10 Oct
Colette and Yvette are Black Copper Marans.

I’ve always been a collector… from buttons when I was a child to vintage table linens, Mexican folk art and Italian art glass as an adult. So when we began raising chickens a year or so ago, I collected sets…two of each breed. Because we purchased full-grown birds I could select them based on distinctive feather patterns, unique combs, leg color and other recognizable markings. This allowed me to identify and name each hen, which was fun and would later be helpful in sorting them all out.

This year we decided to raise baby chicks…25 of them. Now we have more birds of each breed with little variance in their appearance, so figuring out who-is-who is a bit of a challenge. Nevertheless, some of them have already acquired names.

The first batch of chicks we brought home were six Black Copper Marans, a French breed that is prized for dark, terra cotta colored eggs. At 4 months old we knew two of them were roosters – which we do not keep – so they were named Fried and Fricaseed. Fortunately, another poultry fancier of our acquaintance wanted them for breeding, so they were given a reprieve from their monikers.

The hens – Guillemette, Juliette, Colette and Yvette – are each unique in that two of them have feathered legs and two do not. Guillemette and Juliette, of the feathered legs, have distinct mantles and are easy to tell apart. The same is true of Colette and Yvette, the bare legged girls.

Two other easily recognizable hens in our flock are Antoinette and Bernadette. They are Dominiques, which resemble the Barred Plymouth Rock. Dominiques are considered the oldest breed in the US, the first breed recognized by the American Poultry Association. Sadly, they are on the “watch list” of endangered domestic chickens (fewer than 5,000 breeding birds in the United States, with ten or fewer primary breeding flocks, and globally endangered).

These threatened breeds are often no longer actively bred due to modern commercialization or industrial applications of the animal. Endangered breeds of chickens are often pushed aside in favor of poultry that matures faster, gains more weight in specific areas (plump, juicy breast and thighs, meatier wings, etc.) or has a higher egg production rate.

Because we do not keep roosters or breed chicks, we are not directly contributing to the preservation of a diverse chicken population. However, by purchasing chicks of these endangered species we support those who keep the breeding flocks of birds that are threatened with extinction.

Two Ways to Preserve Tomatoes

3 Oct

Every year, in addition to marinara, I make oven-roasted tomato paste to preserve my harvest.  This year I also decided to try my friend Denise’s Balsamic Tomato Jam. I serve this spicy, sweet and savory spread on a slice of chewy bread with a shmear of chevre cheese or cream cheese.

Six pounds of tomatoes yielded 7 half-pint jars of jam, two of which have already flown out the door. Here’s Denise’s recipe for 1 ½ pounds of tomatoes.

Balsamic Tomato Jam

6 allspice berries
6 whole cloves
½ tsp. crushed red pepper flakes
¼ tsp. mustard seeds
1-1/2 lbs. ripe tomatoes
1 c. sugar
½ c. balsamic vinegar
1 tsp. salt
½ tsp. pepper

Combine the allspice, cloves, red pepper flakes & mustard seeds in a piece of cheese cloth and tie securely with kitchen string to form a spice bag.

Scald tomatoes. When skins split plunge in cold water to stop the cooking and peel.

I used a variety of heirloom slicer and salad tomatoes.

Remove tough stem area in center of fruit, slice and dice.

Place the tomatoes and all remaining ingredients in a heavy saucepan.  Add the spice bag, with the string hanging out of the pan.  Slowly bring to a boil, then reduce heat and simmer for 30 minutes (or until reduced to 1-1/4 cup).  Stir frequently. Remove from heat, cool and refrigerate (or pack boiling jam in sterilized jars to preserve).

NOTE: If you multiply this recipe you will need longer cooking time to reduce the jam and should remove the spice bag after 30 minutes.

Jam joins the other preserved goodies in the pantry.

Roasted Tomato Paste

I add small amounts of this concentrated, slightly caramelized tomato paste to soups and sauces, or chop it finely as a spread for bruschetta.

Five pounds of tomatoes halved and spread in a single layer, drizzled with plenty of extra virgin olive oil and sprinkled with sea salt. Roast about 3 hours in 300 degree oven until dried.

 
 
Five pounds of tomatoes yielded less than 1 cup of roasted tomato paste, but it is so intensely flavored that it goes a long way and can be frozen in small bags or containers.
 

Mamma Mia Marinara

21 Sep

The first cherry and grape tomatoes in our vegetable garden are usually eaten IN the garden with a salt shaker in hand, and the first slicers are the basis for countless BLTs, Caprese Salad and gazpacho. Now, at the end of summer, the vines are loaded with ripe Romas, San Marzanos and other sauce tomatoes, which must be harvested every few days.

I make marinara almost every weekend for at least a month, preserving the bright summer flavors that we will enjoy throughout winter. The process begins with about 15 pounds of fresh tomatoes, washed, halved and run through one of my favorite Italian kitchen gadgets, the spremmi pomodoro.

This macchina miracolosa separates the skin and the seeds quickly and efficiently. Nothing goes to waste because the hens love the discarded skins and seeds. From 15 pounds of tomatoes I usually get a gallon of sauce for marinara.

To the sauce add roughly ½ cup of olive oil and one head of garlic, peeled and diced finely. Uncovered, bring the pot to a boil and then lower the heat to a high simmer to reduce the sauce to about half.

Simmer for 3 to 4 hours until the sauce has thickened. Add ¼ cup of Italian Seasoning, 2 bay leaves and ¼ cup dried basil and continue cooking on low heat for about half an hour.

When the marinara has cooled I pack it in ZipLock containers, mark and date them, and put them in the freezer. This may seem like a lot of effort, but the result is so incredibly different from any bottled marinara and makes an excellent base for the classic Sicilian Sunday Gravy.

Mangia! Mangia!

Fawn Rescue

17 Sep

Yesterday, for the second time this week, a fawn tried to squeeze through the fence between us and our neighbors. Our property is basically deer-proofed, but this little guy was small enough to get his head, shoulders and front legs through, only to get stuck at the hips.

On Monday, Eddie was in the golf cart on his way to pick up the mail when he saw something move and heard a horrible scream from the side of the driveway. He stopped and found that a fawn was trying to get into the neighbors yard through the fence and was hopelessly trapped. We have no idea how he got into our property in the first place, but there he was. Eddie and his friend John managed to pry the fence rails apart so they could lift the little guy up and through.

Yesterday I was in the vegetable garden and Eddie encountered the same scenario on his way to mailbox. Suddenly I heard this blood-curdling scream (from the deer) and Eddie yelling at me to come up and help him.  This time the fawn was facing the other direction, with his head and shoulders on our side of the fence. This would be a bit trickier, since we didn’t want to get bitten or slashed by his sharp hooves.

My husband, always the engineer, said “We need some tools.” Back in the golf cart and down to the barn for clamps, and then to the garage for cloth shopping bags and dog leashes. Eddie applied some pressure clamps to the fence rails and managed to get the fawn’s head and front legs into the cloth sack, which made him go quiet and still. Then we lifted him up and pulled him though.

Eddie tied up his back legs, put him in the back of the golf cart and we slowly made our way down the driveway, out the gate and to the front of our neighbors’ yard, where the doe was frantically running along the fence line. Eddie lowered the little guy to the street and removed the dog leashes and sack carefully. The wounds on his hips  from earlier this week haven’t healed yet and the ones he incurred yesterday were even more gruesome, but he hopped up and ran straight to Mama.

I didn’t manage to get a picture of him leaving because he was out of there and into the trees before I could focus. But here’s how I imagine them. I hope Mama is giving him an earful…counseling him to not try that again!

Ooh-la-la! Coq au Vin!

6 Sep

Two of my favorite things...chicken and wine!

A few days ago I pulled the last of the Super Sweet Walla Walla onion babies from the garden and harvested the last of the Romano beans. I remembered that I had some leftover parsley-buttered Baby Yukon potatoes in the fridge and decided that all I needed for Coq au Vin was a coq…which I had in the freezer.

Recipe for 2 hearty plates:

2 legs, 2 thighs and 2 wings from a Surfside Chickens pastured broiler, cut in pieces and dredged in flour.
6 large green onions or 12 to 15 pearl onions
2 cloves garlic, finely minced
2 cans mushroom stems and pieces (in this dish I prefer them to fresh mushrooms)
2 cups dry white wine (most recipes call for red wine…I prefer white)
3-4 Tablespoons vegetable oil
3 Tablespoons Herbs deProvence
Corn starch…al gusto

Cook a few pieces at a time so pan is not crowded.

Prepare the chicken by dredging in flour. Sprinkle with kosher salt and pepper and sauté until golden. Remove chicken pieces from pan, and add whole onions. 

You can see all the lovely brown bits in the bottom of the pan. Don't throw them out!

Sauté until cut ends start to brown. Remove the onions and add garlic. When the garlic just begins to soften, add white wine and stir to remove brown bits in the bottom of the pan.

You can use more or less corn starch to sauce to achieve the consistency you prefer. I like a thin gravy, myself.

Add mushrooms and the water in the can, keeping about ¼ cup in reserve. Add Herbs de Provence and simmer uncovered for 15 minutes. Add chicken and onion to sauce, cover and simmer for 30 minutes. If the sauce looks too thick you can add chicken broth to keep it “soupy”.

 After meat on drumsticks begins to loosen from the bone, add cornstarch to remaining mushroom water and mix thoroughly to make a thin paste. Slowly add this to sauce, stirring constantly. (You can make the sauce thicker by using more of the mixture. Add a small amount at a time, cooking and stirring until it gets to the consistency you prefer.) Reduce heat to simmer for about 5 minutes.

I then heated and slightly mashed the parsley-buttered potatoes, steamed and buttered the Romano beans, plated the chicken with the sauce as a gravy over the potatoes, and, yes, I’m going to say it…sorry, I can’t resist…Voila!

Bon apetit!

Straw Bale Gardening

19 May strawbale_garden2

Place bales with stems upright and vertical, so cords don't touch the ground

Space plants as you would in the ground.

Eddie and I like to experiment with new plants and growing techniques. Last year we tried to grow “upside down” tomatoes, a concept that flies in the face of nature and turned out to be a dismal failure.

This year we planted a small Straw Bale Garden with tomatoes, cucumbers, summer squash and basil. A sort of raised bed method, this seems like a great idea for us folks who find it harder and harder to get down on the ground to seed, weed and feed. Actually, it’s not getting DOWN that is so difficult…it’s getting UP that hurts.

In addition to easy access, the straw bales hold heat, moisture and nutrients quite effectively, although they do have some special requirements. I did some online research and found excellent advice on how to grow a Straw Bale Garden. Here are the basics.

1.  Start with as many bales of oat or wheat straw as you want and arrange in any pattern you like. Be sure the straws are vertical with cords not touching the ground. Do not use hay as it has too many seeds and you’ll find yourself frantically weeding the bale.
2.  Soak the bales. They will heat up as they begin to compost. This “cooking” will last about ten days and then the bales should start to cool down enough to plant. Do not fertilize at this point or they will continue to cook.
3.  Once the bale has cooled you can transplant your vegetables or flowers by using a sharp trowel to dig out chunks of the bale…taking care not to cut the cords holding the bale together. In these openings, add enough compost or potting soil to surround your seedlings, add more soil to the top of the transplant and water thoroughly. Don’t crowd your plants…use the same spacing as you would in the ground.
4.  This method requires frequent watering and fertilizing. We installed a small drip system on a timer to water our bales for 10 minutes every day. Plants should be fed once a week or once every other week with fish emulsion, compost tea, or a balanced liquid fertilizer. I’m going to try Miracle Grow on mine…though its not technically organic.

Here are a couple of sites I found where you can read more about this space-saving, stoop-saving gardening technique.

Doug Green’s Beginner Gardening
No-Dig Vegetable Garden
Nichols Garden Nursery

I’ll keep you posted on how our experiment works out. Hopefully better than the “upside down” tomatoes!

Hasta pronto!

Life Is Just a Bowl of Cherries!

22 May SantaClaraOrchards
Brooks cherries are sweet and early!

Our home in Morgan Hill is located in what was known for hundreds of years as the “Valley of Heart’s Delight”. How beautiful is that? Well, here’s a little history, if you can stand it. The original colonial population of California, established in 1776, was descended from Spanish explorers, seafarers, and priests of the Franciscan order.

These original settlers found the Santa Clara Valley to be a hospitable and fruitful landscape and built ranchos, estancias and haciendas. The first citizen of the United States of America, Phillip Doak, settled here in 1822, marrying into the wealthy Spanish land grant Castro family. It has been estimated that in 1830 there were no more than 100 “foreigners” in the whole of California, at that time a Mexican territory.

Then came the the Mexican American War and the California Gold Rush in the late 1800′s. In 1846 the raising of the Bear Flag and the relatively bloodless conquest of California led to the first international boundary being drawn between the U.S. and Mexico by treaty. In the meantime, immigrants from England, Scotland, Ireland, the Netherlands, Italy and Croatia had discovered the fecund Santa Clara Valley and had begun planting crops, orchards and vineyards on what had been primarily cattle-grazing land.

Incidentally, dry farming, a practice used by those early farmers in order to cope with our seasonal droughts, has recently enjoyed a comeback – particularly in the wine industry — due to concerns about dwindling water supplies and other conservation issues.

Our local “rare fruit” grower, Andy Mariani, is a descendant of Croatian immigrants who decided to grow the exotic heirloom stone fruit that was common in the days before cross-country shipping forced growers to cultivate  hybrids for pack-ability. When his father, Joseph Mariani, arrived in the Santa Clara Valley in the prohibitionist era of the 1930s, it was high “dry time”. The valley had, up until that time, been wine country; but Mariani noted the fertile land’s possibilities for growing fruit and set about planting fruit trees.

Andy has continued and elevated this tradition by maintaining one of the largest collections of stone fruit trees on the West Coast, employing “old world” techniques as well as new agricultural research to keep his orchard diverse and sustainable. For more on Andy’s determination and horticultural wizardry, check out this article in Gourmet Magazine.

Now we get to the cherry part. In addition to his mouth-watering plums, pluots,  peaches, apricots and nectarines, which we devour throughout the summer, we especially look forward to late May, when Andy begins harvesting his amazing array of cherries. Starting with the very early Brooks, our absolute favorite, we enjoy the Bings, Rainiers,  Black Tartarians, Lapins, Stellas and other cherry varietals that are only available in early spring. And, because Andy insists that his fruit be picked by hand and only when ripe, every piece of fruit is truly irresistible!

We visit Andy’s Orchard once or twice a week throughout the spring and summer. We taste, we talk, we walk, we ask what will be harvested tomorrow or next week, and we take home as much as we can eat, share, and preserve for a cherry pie, a clafoutti, a jam or a syrup. But, most importantly, we thank Andy for his perseverance,  his passion for maintaining the diversity of heirloom fruit, and for resisting suburban sprawl in the Valley of Hearts Delight.

Thank you, Henry Ramos!

2 Jun

What do you do when you have so many fresh, home grown eggs, and you are tired of frying, scrambling, poaching and baking with them? I’ve got it…you make egg cocktails! One of my favorite egg-based drinks is the Ramos Gin Fizz; a frothy, thirst-assauging beverage perfected by Henry C. Ramos in New Orleans.  

The combination of lemon and lime juice, heavy cream, egg white, sugar and orange blossom water give it a unique taste and consistency. The ingredients are simple, but the labor involved — if you want a classic Ramos Gin Fizz – can be a bit of a pain.  To create the Fizz’s characteristic foam the drink should be shaken, not blended, until it reaches a certain body.

Ramos’ original cocktail needed to be shaken like crazy for twelve full minutes in order for all the ingredients to be properly blended.  Since the blender didn’t exist in 1888, he employed a fleet of “shaker boys” to mix up the popular Fizzes. As they tired they passed the shaker to another man on the line. 

The favorite morning-after drink of then Louisiana governor, Huey Long, the cocktail made its way out of New Orleans and into New York City when The Kingfish brought bartender Sam Guarino to the New Yorker Hotel to teach the Yankee bartenders how to make his beloved Fizz.

There are many different recipes online for this drink, but here’s the recipe we used last weekend.

Combine in a cocktail shaker:

  • 2 ounces gin
  • 1 ounce heavy cream
  • 1 egg white
  • juice of 1/2 lemon
  • juice of 1/2 lime
  • 2 teaspoons bar sugar
  • 2 to 3 drops orange flower water

Shake all ingredients for several minutes until the mix reaches a “ropy” texture. Add plenty of cracked ice and shake vigorously for a minimum of two minutes. Strain into a chilled Collins glass, and add chilled club soda while stirring, until foam reaches the top of the glass. Garnish with a lemon twist or orange wedge.

* Some recipes also call for 1 or 2 drops of vanilla extract per drink. And, for those who prefer not to eat raw egg white, you can use powdered egg white.

To watch a very instructive video of  master bartender Chris McMillan mixing up a classic Ramos Gin Fizz click here, and then go shake it up!

Another Bird Gone Broody!

14 Jun DozenEggs

As you may recall, a few months ago our Chinese Silkie hen, Natasha Nogudnik, went broody. After many and varied attempts to snap her out of it, we gave up and gave her to Farmer Ron, who has a rooster. Last week one of our Polish hens, Carmen Miranda, started showing signs of broodiness…i.e. spending an inordinate amount of time in the nest box and squawking when we tried to remove her.

After two days of that we took her out, examined her and found she had pulled out a lot of feathers from her breast, a sure sign of a major hormonal shift. Alas, she had gone broody, too. Unwilling to part with another of our fancy fowl, we decided to find her some fertile eggs to hatch and raise.

Friday morning’s mission took us to all of the little farms we’ve ever seen in our neighborhood that post “Fresh Eggs for Sale” signs. We came up empty-handed, but we met a number of other “poultry fanciers”, including the Smiths, a retired couple that lives a few miles from us. Mr. Smith told us an enchanting story.

Last spring one of his neighbors was repairing a fence and inadvertently disturbed a wild turkey nest with 12 eggs. He called the Smiths and asked if perhaps their hens could hatch and raise the birds. “We said we’d give it a shot,” Mr. Smith agreed. “We put those eggs under two banty hens (mind you, bantams are mini-chickens) and they could barely cover them. But they all hatched on Mother’s Day.”

A wide range of egg sizes, from goose to quail. Click image to enlarge

On that morning, Mrs. Smith noted what was happening and set herself up with a chair in the hen yard. Mr. Smith brought out a patio table and served her Mother’s Day Brunch while they watched the hatchlings emerge.  He grinned as he described how, once the turkey chicks were able to walk around trailing their “mamas”, they were already as big as the banty hens. End of story…once the turkeys had fledged (feathered out)) they released them to a nearby hay field.

Unfortunately, the Smiths no longer keep roosters, so the only eggs they could sell us would be infertile. However, they gave us an idea! Our friend Rick was due to arrive at our house in the afternoon to exchange 4 goose eggs for a dozen hen’s eggs. We know he has a gander, so his eggs would be fertile and we could put them under Carmen. If a banty hen can hatch turkey eggs, Carmen could certainly hatch goose eggs. We chuckled as we envisioned our little Polish hen being trailed by goslings, but when we arrived we found a message from Rick saying he couldn’t make it over until next week.

Adoptive hen with newly-hatched goslings...who's confused?

Now what? As I sat at my computer, researching online sources of fertile eggs, I glanced at a notepad that our neighbor, Karlene, had given me. She has chickens! But does she have a rooster? A phone call, a 3-minute round trip, and I was home with a dozen fertile eggs that her hens have already been sitting on.

We opened the nest box, removed Carmen, placed the eggs in the nest and her on top of them. She setled in right away, and Eddie closed up the coop and run, making CoopaCabana an official “broody coop” until she hatches her chicks. They probably won’t look like her, but she will love them just the same and will be able to fulfill her maternal instinct.

Welcome to Rambo

17 Jul

Rambo, Protector of the Flock, is the latest addition to 3 Dog Farm.

In the early 1970s I managed an Arabian horse ranch in Southern California, where I had a series of run-ins with a big ole Leghorn rooster who lived on the property. When his hen had chicks he became very aggressive so I put her and her little peepers into a stall for safekeeping. That really ticked him off and he vented his rage on me…flying at me with spurs up, wings beating and beak ready. He got me a few times, so I took to carrying a riding crop whenever I worked in the barn.

One morning as I faced my trip to the barn with a certain amount of anxiety I decided this was all so ridiculous. So I put on a jacket, gloves, boots, etc. and faced him down. I won, of course, and the next day I enjoyed him in a nice chicken salad. Revenge is a meat best eaten cold, they say.

Although I admire the plumage and strut of a good-looking rooster, I know how aggressive and noisy they can be, and when we started assembling our flock I didn’t want one. Eddie agreed until yesterday … when he found our beloved Itty Biddy’s remains near the creek, the obvious victim of a hawk attack.

Itty Biddy, our lap chicken, lived on the enclosed patio afternoons and nights. In the morning Eddie would put her in the golf cart with him and take her down to the hen yard, where she happily hung out with the big hens. Her best friend, Collette, is the biggest of them all and they were inseparable. I guess we thought Collette would help protect her, too.

Itty Biddy loved riding in the golf cart with Eddie.

Every afternoon my routine was to scatter chicken scratch and greens, check for eggs, and finally call Itty Biddy to come up to the house with me. She was right next to me every day as we did the chores, and she was always excited when I picked her up and carried her home. On Thursday afternoon she wasn’t there. I called for her, searched for her and felt my heart sink as she didn’t appear. I knew she was gone.

On Friday afternoon, Eddie made an extensive search of the area and found what was left of her beneath the sycamore tree that holds a hawks’ nest at the top. We’ve seen the hawks all spring and summer, raising their babies above the hen yard; but we saw no evidence that they were after our birds. Perhaps because Itty Biddy was so small and so tame she was completely defenseless. So, we had a cry and a cocktail and then called our feed store to find out if they had a big ole rooster.

Our hope is that Rambo will roam the range and help protect our hens from hawks and owls.

Eddie named him Rambo, Protector of the Flock, sight unseen. I picked him up this morning and he is happily ensconced with the hens, calling them, dancing for them, and having his way with a few of them already. He is hyper-vigilant around them and should help shepherd and protect them. He is a very large Ameraucana, gorgeous, not aggressive toward humans, and so far, not too vocal. We’ll see how things go in the morning when he announces the sunrise.

We are still mourning and missing our little bundle of feathers, but I am really glad I made this video of good times with her…she will live on in our memories. RIP, Itty Biddy.

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Chicken Gifts

24 Jul

This week we received two lovely gifts from neighbors who know we are poultry fanciers. Don gave us his grandmother’s egg basket, which has to be 100 years old. I told Eddie that, judging by the size of this bucket, Grandma Claussen must have had a whole passel of hens! Then neighbor Buffie brought me a charming and very practical apron, decorated with colorful chickens.

But the best gift of all this week was the opportunity to see Rambo doing his job…protecting the flock. He’s only been with us for a week, but he is already watching out for his girls. He keeps his head up most of the time, watching and listening for anything unusual. A few days ago I was in the hen yard when I heard him make a loud, strange call and suddenly I saw all the hens running for the coop. At the same time he was striding toward the creek. Just then, a Great Blue Heron landed next to the water.

This heron comes to the creek quite often and is looking for fish, not hens, but Rambo obviously heard a large bird overhead and sounded the alert. He stood watching the heron for awhile and when it flew off he called the girls out again.

One peculiarity of poultry is that they have organs for perceiving vibrations. These are located predominantly on the legs, but also on the skin. They feel vibrations off the ground and in the atmosphere, which helps them to recognize enemies very quickly. Besides crowing, roosters have a lot of other sounds, including different warning sounds for an enemy from the air like a big bird, and from the ground like a dog.

Strange as it may seem, observing the unique personalities of each of our chickens and watching them interact is a fascinating and relaxing activity. I have my coffee with them every morning and visit them again at the end of the day… and that’s a gift that keeps on giving!

Farmer’s Calendar

1 Aug

Italian (Romano) beans are "meatier" than most green beans and keep well in the freezer.

Lots of harvesting, pickling, freezing and canning going on around here and it’s only the first of August! I was thinking of writing about green beans, one of my favorite vegetables…fresh, frozen or pickled! Then I opened my Old Farmer’s Almanac to the month of August and found this ode to Dilly Beans. So I’m just going to share a much more eloquent essay than I could ever write…and get back to my canning.

When I asked Eddie to build me some pole bean towers he understood "Jack in the Beanstalk".

“Vegetable gardening, even on a small and casual scale, is an expression of the will to provide. The gardener wishes to do for himself, to supply some of his own basic needs, even if only to a very limited extent. This is an admirable ambition, to be sure, but the impuse to provide can be carried over the line.

The Food Saver machine works great for preserving the fresh flavors of summer.

In gardening, for me, this line has always lain somewhere near the border between growing fresh produce and preserving the harvest. In particular, my downfall has been green beans. Beans are easy to grow, and when they begin to produce, they arrive not in convenient increments, but in a tidal wave.

Haricots Verts (french green beans) must be harvested almost daily!

Fortunately, everybody on this place loves dilled beans, pickled with plenty of spices and garlic. The brining and canning of them, however, takes some doing. Too often, I fall behind the bean wave. Crisp, youthful dilly beans are among the garden’s treasures; but elderly dilly beans are not, and the difference between them is a day or two, no more. Get behind the wave, and you might as well use your beans for slingshot ammunition. You might, but I don’t.

Denise's Dilly Bean recipe is tried and true, and is the perfect garnish for a Bloody Mary.

This is where the will to provide comes in. However old, however neglected my beans may be, I put them up anyway. I’ve dilled beans when the process was less akin to preserving than it was to embalming. A sane and commendable thrift has crossed into folly, and I have gone with it.”

– reprinted from The Old Farmer’s 2010 Almanac

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The Bakersfield Sound

12 Sep

We decided to make our first day out a ‘short day’ and pulled in at Orange Grove RV Park in Bakersfield. This is usually the midpoint stop on our way to Palm Desert in the winter. Although almost deserted at this time of year (96 degrees when we pulled in at 2:00 pm) it is a nice, clean park with paved roads and level pull-thrus. The park is literally carved out of an orange grove, and in January the big attraction is the oranges, which the owners encourage you to pick as you please. Right now the trees are loaded with green fruit, but we look forward to coming back in January and harvesting breakfast!

Management provides orange poles, baskets and ladders to their guests when the oranges are ripe.

In an effort to write something about Bakersfield (besides the heat, the dust, the oil rigs and the orange trees) I did a bit of web research while we were driving through California’s central valley. Because my Dad was a big country music fan, I grew up with Buck Owens and Merle Haggard on the radio in Wisconsin, but I was not aware of the genre called “the Bakersfield Sound”.

It seems that Bakersfield was the destination of many Dust Bowl migrants from Texas, Oklahoma, Arkansas and other parts of the South in the 1930s and 1940s, and their music followed and thrived here. According to Tommy Collins, an Oklahoma native who wrote his first hit songs after moving to Bakersfield in 1951, “The (Bakersfield) music was simple but powerful, played by simple-living people who had to leave their farms to come west.” Crafted in homes, garages, and honky tonks, the Bakersfield Sound was driven by the piano, steel guitar, and of course, the Telecaster guitar.

Herb's Trading Post gave many of the Bakersfield Sound artists their first TV opportunities. (Click to see larger image and read caption below photo.)

In the early 1960s, Merle Haggard and Buck Owens and the Buckaroos, among others, brought the Bakersfield sound to mainstream audiences and it soon became one of the most popular kinds of country music, also influencing later country stars such as Dwight Yoakam and The Mavericks. The Beatles recorded a popular version of Owens’ Act Naturally, and The Rolling Stones made their connection explicit in the lyrics of the very Bakersfield-sounding Far Away Eyes, which begins: “I was driving home early Sunday morning, through Bakersfield …”

So…thanks y’all for the Bakersfield Sound and somethin’ to blog about!

The Mother Road

13 Sep

Passing through Barstow and through the Mojave Desert we saw a sign for Route 66 and drove beside it for several miles. We didn’t see a single vehicle on it, though, so this stretch of beat up highway is probably treacherous. However, as we get closer to Arizona and New Mexico we hope we’ll be able to drive some of it.

Route 66 is the National Old Trails Highway and was opened in 1926. It followed the trails laid out by early explorers, the railroad and the Gold Rush immigrants to California. It also provided hope to the farmers of the Dust Bowl era who were seeking a new life in the west, and was called the Mother Road by John Steinbeck. This iconic strip of highway still embodies the American spirit, conjuring up thoughts of freedom, adventure, opportunity, and the open road.

California's Route 66 in 1940

Route 66 joins the interstate outside of Needles, so we actually drove on what was once part of the original road. A few miles later you can exit I-40 and enter the city on Front Street, but we don’t venture down unknown byways in the motorhome.

Tomorrow we’ll arrive early in Williams, Arizona, the last town to be bypassed by the Interstate. Williams not only survived but is at the heart of a Route 66 revival. So we’ll unhook the tow car, visit the Grand Canyon, and then explore Williams, check out the souvenir shops, and get our kicks on Route 66.

Route 66 runs parallel to I-40 through parts of the Mojave Desert

A Grand Experience

15 Sep

That's a nervous smile on my face and a teasing one on Eddie's!

We arrived in Williams, Arizona around noon today and, according to plan, were able to visit two locations on our “touring agenda”…the Grand Canyon and one of the Route 66 towns that is enjoying a revival. This was my first sight of the Grand Canyon and I took some pictures, but most of the time I walked, gingerly, as close to the edge as I could without feeling nauseous or sweaty palmed. My adoring husband made jokes at my expense (and other visitors’ amusement) by suggesting that I stand on the edge and let him take my picture. “Now, just back up a bit, Sweetie.” Very funny!

We have a long drive ahead of us tomorrow to Albuquerque, New Mexico, so rather than ramble on the blog, I just posted a few pictures of  the majestic Grand Canyon and some signage from Williams in this album.  If you ever get the chance, I would recommend a visit to both of these American landmarks.

Mascot of Twisters Soda Shop in Williams, Arizona

Albuquerque to Amarillo

14 Sep

Enchanted Trails RV Park on Route 66 in Albuquerque, New Mexico

We are, in fact, once again driving Route 66. Our RV park for the night is on the Mother Road at Albuquerque, New Mexico’s Enchanted Trails RV Park. The accomodations are fine and it also has a few classic cars and early travel trailers on exhibit. I wish I had time and opportunity to ask the proprietress to let me take a look inside!

Tomorrow we are leaving early again for a 6 hour drive to Amarillo, Texas, where we will overnight before we head to Dallas/Fort Worth. I would love to see something besides oil fields and tank farms in Texas, so I googled and found the Cadillac Ranch is just off I-40 just outside Amarillo! YAAAY!

I’ve always wanted to see this and can’t believe its on our route. Eddie is a bit indifferent, and even indignant, since he owned a couple of Coupe de Villes back in the day and thinks its a sacrilege that somebody BURIED them in a pasture. Nevertheless, he has agreed to exit the interstate and let me see them. As he just remarked, “I’m just driving Miss Lisa.” He’s a prince!

Hasta pronto!

Flash Flood!

16 Sep

About 50 miles from Amarillo we saw the rain clouds forming ahead..

When we left Albuquerque, New Mexico this morning I googled the weather forecast for Amarillo, Texas. It looked promising…highs in the 80’s and a 20% chance of thunderstorms, but as we got closer to the city the sky looked pretty ominous.

Before we arrived at the exit for Cadillac Ranch, which we planned to visit, we ran into steady rain and lightning, and decided to drive on to the RV park. Good thing! A few miles later, as we got into the city, the sky grew dark and then just opened up. The rain and hail storm lasted only about 10 minutes, but cars were pulling off to the side of the highway and we could hardly see the road.

Eddie got behind a semi and we buggered on for a mile or so, until suddenly all traffic came to a stop just before we reached an underpass. Uh-oh! An emergency vehicle appeared and set up lights and a crew at the edge of the LAKE that was just in front of us.

After an hour and a half the water level had decreased dramatically.

Once again, I googled weather for Amarillo and they had now issued Flash Flood Warnings for the city and surrounding area. DOH! So, nothing to do but wait until the storm drains caught up and the water level receded. Since it looked like a bit of a wait and it was almost 5:00, it seemed like a good time for a beer, cheese and crackers.

I wish I had taken a video of the storm…it was pretty incredible. I did take this one of our exit, though, an hour and a half later, as we exited the area. It was certainly an adventure, but I am happy to be settled in for the night at a sweet little KOA park, where I am gazing out at a pasture filled with happy, pasture-raised cows…in the great state of Texas.

Cajun or Creole?

20 Sep

 

While Eddie and I were scarfing down our crawfish, andouille and boudin feast in Baton Rouge yesterday, he asked me between bites, “Do you know the difference between Creole and Cajun food?”

Based on my quotidian understanding of the terms Creole (in Spanish criollo…a person of European descent born in the West Indies or Spanish America) and Cajun (a derivative of Acadian), I told him that it was the difference between fancy and plain, or city and country. Well, boy howdy, the Internet proved me right.

The Creoles came from the affluent, aristocratic families of Paris, Madrid and other European cultural centers and brought their haute cuisine, and even their chefs, to New Orleans. A singular French contribution, bouillabaisse from Provence, evolved into gumbo. Spanish paella became the foundation of jambalaya, and the Germans, knowledgeable in all forms of charcuterie, adapted their skills to the making of andouille and other forms of sausage and cured meats. 

Boudin, a sausage stuffed with meat, rice and seasonings, is one of mankinds earliest convenience foods. Served with spicy mustard...sublime!

The Acadians, or Cajuns as they came to be known, originally left France for Nova Scotia, but when the British flag was raised over Canada the French speaking Catholics were exiled from the country and found a new home compatible with their religion in southern Louisiana. Accustomed to roughing it, and having had established good relationships with the Mic-Mac Indians when they were isolated in the woods of Canada, they quickly befriended the native Americans in Louisiana and learned how to forage for the abundant wild game, seafood, vegetation and herbs in the area, and then convert that bounty into “one pot dinners” or etoufees.

Etoufee comes from the French word for “smother”. Here, crawfish is smothered in a tangy tomato sauce and served over rice.

The Indians taught the Cajuns how to use file powder, the ground sassafrass leaf which is a distinctive element of Louisiana cuisine. Enslaved Africans also brought with them the “gumbo” or okra plant from their native soil, which gave name to the soup. And then there’s the muffaletta…Italian, French, African? I got ALL mixed up on that search.

Talk about a melting pot? Small wonder it’s hard to distinguish between Creole and Cajun when you are chowing down on this mélange of flavors that bites, soothes and connects you to the swamps, bayous, lakes, rivers and woods of the Gulf Coast.

I doubt that my extended French family will be able to understand this tune, but nevertheless I share it.  Laissez les bon temps rouler!

From Sea to Shining Sea!

21 Sep

 

 

We’ve had a great time getting here, but the best part is always reaching our destination, especially when the destination is SMACK DAB in front of the Atlantic Ocean! Driving across the Intracoastal Waterway to Flagler Beach, we breathed a mutual sigh of relief after 8 days of one-nighters, and the hooking and unhooking, stowing, and battening down of doors, drawers, fridge, etc. that must be done every time you pull in or pull out.

Today we are all hooked up at the Beverly Beach Camptown RV Park and looking forward to sitting still for six nights. Tomorrow I have some work projects, Eddie has some fiddle-faddling to do around the rig, and La Casita will get a wash and wax. Tomorrow evening my sister Kate, who lives in St. Augustine, will arrive and we will commence our long weekend visit with her.

The view from our rig...watching the tide roll in!

When I returned from wading in the warm ocean water I told Eddie that next fall I’d love to come and stay here for a month. This park is one of the few RV resorts in the U.S. that is situated directly on the beach and the view out our front window is truly breathtaking! We are literally on the edge of the breakwater and the sound of the surf  will help us sleep like babies tonight. We’ve been watching the gulls and para-surfers wing by in front of us, thanking the Universe for our good fortune, and thanking La Casita for being such a trouper in this coast-to-coast journey.

Eddie and I taking in the sea breezes next to La Casita's big ole wheel hub. She's definitely a ROCK STAR bus!

Hasta pronto!

Chillin’ on Flagler Beach

25 Sep

After 3 days of watching the tide come in and go out, we have gotten into a lovely rhythm of rest and recreation on Flagler Beach. My sister Kate has joined us here and is also taking a much needed break.

It was raining on Thursday morning so we went to the village for manis and pedis and by the time we returned the sun was out. So we put our camp chairs in the surf, filled our sippie cups with wine and just let the water roll over us. We were still there when the tide turned and a big wave rolled over us….and our sippie cups. Taking her next drink Kate remarked, “Now that’s a rather briny brew.”

Kate and I sat in the surf and watched the tide go out and come in.

Yesterday we drove into St. Augustine for the trolley tour of the old city and visited Villa Zorayda, a replica of one of the small villas within Spain’s Alhambra Castle. This scale model re-creation of the Torre de las Infantas is chock full of artifacts from around the world, collected mostly in the 1800s by the architect and subsequent owners. If you visit St. Augustine it is worthy of at least a one hour tour.

The "harem window" of Villa Zorayda

Last time I visited Kate I wrote a blog about St. Augustine. If you’d like to know more about the city’s history click here. I also posted photos from that trip, including our visit to the World Golf Hall of Fame, which you can view here. Best viewed as full screen slide show.

After that we stopped by Kate’s house, which she has almost finished remodeling/restoring. Built in 1959, it is classic Florida and she has done all she can to retain its “mid-century modern” style. She just completed a new patio and “outdoor room” in the back yard, and I’m sure it will become “party central”. Beautiful!

Backyard view of Kate's new "outdoor room".

Last night Kate and her fella, Mike, took us to a restaurant on Flagler Beach, where we ate alligator tail, grouper, scallops, shrimp and prime rib. The portions were HUGE, so we all left with to-go plates. Absolutely fabulous!

We’ll be pulling out on Monday and heading north to Atlanta, Georgia and then to Knoxville, Tennessee, where once again we’ll sit still for a week or so, but we’ve still got two days to play, so I’m going out for a walk on the beach now. 

I’ve posted an album of our last few days here, which you can see by clicking here.

Hasta pronto!

A Fairy Tale Wedding

5 Oct

Guests blew bubbles instead of throwing rice or bird seed...beautiful!

I’ve had lots of messages already this week…where are the wedding pix, already! Well, my camera decided to experience random failures, focusing problems and viewing issues this week of all weeks, so I didn’t get ANY wedding pictures. Oh well, I thought, there are so many professional and amateur photographers here I’ll get copies later.

Finally! Our granddaughter Melissa sent me a few from her phone last night and then one of Arlene’s bridesmaids, Corinna, posted her photos on Facebook today, so I  am sharing  some of them here, with a little commentary. There are a lot more fun photos, videos and stories, but here’s a small sampling of the beautiful, thoughtful and joyful event.

We all got teary, including the bride, during the solo of Ave Maria.

The beautiful bride and her gorgeous Mama, Eddie's sister Renee

After the ceremony Arlene and Will took pictures with the horses who stayed overnight at the Whitestone barn and pasture.

I hope you'll adjust, Chester, to the fact that Will has taken your place as Arlene's first love.

The first dance began as a romantic waltz and suddenly transitioned into a steamy tango! They were incredible!

Proud Papa Helmut dances with his princess.

The bridal party.

The Big Chicken

3 Nov

Colette, the youngster, in May 2010

Six months ago we purchased an enormous chicken at the feed store, a Blue Cochin, and named her Colette. She was young, but already twice the size of our other hens. In spite of her size, though, she was frightened of all the other hens and whenever one would approach her she would squawk and run away.

Eddie and I had to laugh at her ungainly “waddle”, which was particularly amusing when she was on the run. We nicknamed her ‘The Big Chicken’, fully intending the double meaning. She finally made a friend, though, with our Itty Biddy the banty hen, and until Biddy was killed by a hawk they were inseparable. She appears briefly in this video of Itty Biddy… in all her big, fluffy splendor.

A few months ago we noticed that Colette was getting even BIGGER, and that her comb and wattles were growing. Still, she remained quite timid. On returning from our long cross-country trip we observed that she had become more self-confident, and one day I saw her doing the “mating dance” around one of the hens. OMG…could she be a ROOSTER?

This weekend we saw him mating and promptly changed his name to Claude. He doesn’t crow, but I researched that on the Internet and found that Cochin roosters don’t crow and Cochin hens don’t cluck…unless they’re laying.

Claude, the rooster, in November 2010

We debated keeping him because he is so decorative, doesn’t crow, and, for a rooster, seems fairly mellow. However, roosters will be roosters, and this morning I watched him terrorize Carmen Miranda to the point that she ran over and hid under the bench where I was sitting. Granted, Carmen is the flightiest of the flock and the other hens aren’t behaving that way. Still, I thought to myself, “I’m sorry, Claude, but you’ll have to go.”

Eddie and I discussed his future on Three Dog Farm and decided that we want to maintain peace in the hen yard. I’ve left messages for several of my local chicken-keeping friends and I’m sure someone will be happy to take ‘The Big Chicken’.

Au revoir et bonne chance, Claude! Vous êtes très beau!

Grateful!

1 Dec

Eddie’s oldest granddaughter Lauren, her husband Marty and our first great-granddaughter, Samantha Mary, left yesterday for their home in Toronto … after two weeks of reunions and celebrations. There was Thanksgiving, of course, and Eddie’s birthday on November 28. Needless to say, a fabulous time was had by all!

We picked the kids up at SFO and then toured a bit of the city, crossed the Golden Gate and had lunch in the Sausalito marina. Dungeness crab is in season so we enjoyed it in salad, pot stickers, crab cakes, etc. Excellent!

Such sparkling blue eyes!

Meeting Samantha was a special occasion for all of us. She is a beautiful baby, blessed with wonderful parents. Marty is a devoted dad and Lauren an adoring and attentive mother. At less than four months old Samantha seemed to adapt to all the running around very well … although when we called Lauren on Tuesday night she said the baby recognized her nursery and was all smiles at being back in her crib.

Marty and Lauren celebrate at Eddie's Bar!

The kids drove to San Diego and the coast for a few days and returned before Thanksgiving. We went to Monterey for lunch on the wharf and a bit of sight-seeing on a perfectly sunny and gorgeous day. We sought but could not find the sea lions, which Lauren remembers so fondly from her childhood visits … but we did spot a sea otter at Asilomar.

A splendid day at Asilomar Beach

The lovely Lauren

James, Yazmin, Ralph, Rosamaria, Melissa and Amy made us 10 at the table on Thanksgiving Day. Eddie smoked one turkey in the Weber and I made a traditional roasted bird in the oven. Lauren’s apple crisp and my homemade pumpkin pies for dessert left us all groaning, but we recovered after a rousing game of 99. This fast, fun and fiercely competitive card game that Lauren showed us how to play certainly woke us up. She and Yazmin were the “last men standing”, but Lauren’s luck of the Irish brought her victory.

The "groaning board"...later the site of a rousing card game.

Lauren and Samantha...ready for the mall, girls?

On Sunday we celebrated Eddie’s 67th birthday with Ralph and his family. They brought dinner, so I got a break from the kitchen. They also brought wonderful gifts, cards, songs, cake and lots of hugs for Grandpa. We feel truly blessed and give thanks once again for a year filled with love and companionship among our family and friends.

Lauren brings on Grandpa's favorite cake...Pastel de Tres Leches!

Hasta pronto!

Ribbons of Memories…Tied With a Bow!

2 Jan

Today I plan to take down the rest of the Christmas decorations and reflect on the great times we enjoyed in 2010. There was granddaughter Amy’s confirmation and birthday celebration in spring; planting the orchard, pool parties and house guests in the summer; our month-long motor home trip and neice Arlene and Will’s magical wedding in the fall;  followed by a Thanksgiving visit from granddaughter Lauren, her husband Marty and our great-granddaughter Samantha from Toronto.  And, no sooner had the table been cleared of Thanksgiving dinner than I began decorating for Christmas…my favorite holiday!

A blue tree for Lila Blue!

The bird tree brightens Eddie's Bar

Deck the halls!

 In early December I went to see the San Francisco Ballet’s Nutcracker with James, Maria and Yazmin…renewing an old family tradition. We took Yazmin for the first time when she was five and the last time we went was when she was 12, so I was tickled when she asked me if I’d like to go with her again this year.

James and Yazmin ready for dinner before the ballet.

Cheers to my lovely 17 year old granddaughter!

Maria, Yazmin and I are ready to see The Nutcracker.

The cast of The Nutcracker.

Christmas lights on City Hall.

On Christmas Eve Mari, Jeremy and Lila Blue arrived, and on Christmas morning LB opened her gifts. So much fun to watch a two-year old enjoy her loot!

I'm so excited...I just can't hide it!

Tea, anyone?

Ralph, Rosamaria, Melissa, Amy, James and Yazmin joined us for Christmas dinner. Eddie roasted a goose and a prime rib, after which we lazed around for awhile and then exchanged more gifts.

That goose is cooked! Cheers!

Yes! It's a polar bear!

Looking back, it has been another wonderful year for our family and we wish you all a healthy, joy-filled and prosperous 2011.

Happy New Year!

Oh...and there's that bow...the first thing to go up and the last one to come down until next year.

Hasta pronto,

Lisa and Eddie

Critter-Proofing the Garden

30 Jan

Last year our orchard and vegetable garden were pillaged by critters of every stripe…moles, voles, gophers, tree squirrels, ground squirrels and even birds — who scratched, dug and pecked out the seedlings and sprouting crops. When the tree squirrels stole every single one of the ripe donut peaches in a single day, Eddie took action and built wire-screened enclosures around all the trees that still had fruit on them. Then he did the same for the tomato plants. This year, he decided he would simply build an enclosure around the entire veggie garden. I say simply, but it was not, of course. This is a truly awesome construction!

Destruction site and forms for concrete perimiter.

After lots of measuring, drawing up plans and materials lists, he ordered lumber, gopher mesh, avian wire, plumbing materials and concrete. First step was to remove the old fencing and bring in a back hoe to dig out 18 inches of soil. Then our gardener and his crew poured a foundation, lined the garden with gopher mesh, and put all the soil and some amendments BACK in the garden.

Soil is back in the garden, mixed with sand, compost and manure. Ready to GROW!

Butch and Eddie used THOUSANDS of staples to attach the avian wire to the panels.

 It took Eddie and Butch nearly two weeks to erect the frame and cover the top and sides with avian wire. Last of all, Eddie built gates and doors, and re-plumbed the irrigation system and the water to the henhouse.

We will use the supports to mount wires for vertical plants such as tomatoes, peas and green beans.

Three gates provide entry from the barn, the back yard and the hen yard.

We used to have several widely spaced raised beds here, which wasted a lot of ground and made crop rotation rather complex. So, not only will the new garden nearly double our growing space, it will be safe from underground, above ground and overhead bandits! Take THAT, you little varmints!

Between Dancing the Tango and Learning to Surf…

22 Feb

Tango dancers on the streets of La Boca.

I’ll be blogging! On Thursday I leave for two weeks in Buenos Aires, Argentina and Punta del Este, Uruguay with my sister-in-law Renee, our neice Arlene, and her husband Will. Tango and surfing are two items on my bucket list, and although I don’t expect my initial attempts to be graceful, they will certainly be fun.

Miles of beaches in Punta del Este, Uruguay.

Will and Arlene are packing a laptop and I’m packing cameras and a journal to document recetas, recorridas y recuerdos (recipes, tours and memories). Eddie and his family emigrated from Poland to Argentina when he was four years old and lived there until he was 18. Two years ago I wrote a blog about the family’s escape during WWII that you can read here.

Lest We Forget

We will spend a week in Buenos Aires and a week at a beach house in Punta del Este, known as the St. Tropez of South America. Eddie’s oldest sister, Wanda, still lives there and Renee and Arlene visit often, so they know their way around. I am so happy to be traveling with them and seeing the places where Eddie grew up.

Eddie's Adios Argentina party in 1959.

I look forward to sharing videos, photos, recipes and random moments with you…when I’m not in the ocean or on the dance floor, that is!

Hasta pronto!

The Delectable Pisco Sour

2 Apr

While visiting South America last month, I enjoyed a couple of Pisco Sours and decided that I would start making them when I got home. Yesterday was the perfect unseasonably hot spring day in which to serve them up, so off I went to BevMo to pick up some Pisco Puro.

Pisco is a strong, clear brandy distilled from “pisco” grapes. It originated over 400 years ago in the Pisco Valley of Peru, where wine grapes were first brought to the land during the Spanish conquest. Due to the ideal growing conditions, a healthy wine-producing industry developed. So healthy, in fact, that the imports from Peru began to threaten Spain’s own wine production, leading King Felipe II to place a ban on the trade of Peruvian wine. Consequently, Peruvian growers began distilling and exporting this grape-based liquor.

During the Gold Rush, merchant ships plied the waters between California and Peru, bringing Pisco to the thirsty souls who inhabited San Francisco. The owner of the Bank Exchange Saloon, Duncan Nicol, is said to have developed the popular Pisco Punch, and travelers such as Mark Twain and Rudyard Kipling lauded the drink.

Patrons enjoying Pisco cocktails at the Bank Exchange Saloon in 1891.

In 1889 Rudyard Kipling immortalized Pisco Punch writing that it “is compounded of the shavings of cherub’s wings, the glory of a tropical dawn, the red clouds of sunset and the fragments of lost epics by dead masters.”

I looked at several recipes for Pisco Sour and used this one to create our tasty late afternoon cocktails. I used Pisco Puro by Don Cesar, and our Vitamix blender on high speed, which does a great job with icy blended drinks. This recipe says it is for two drinks, but it actually made slightly over 4 champagne flutes full. I’d say it’s a recipe for four.

 Ingredients:

  • 4 cups ice cubes
  • 1 cup Pisco Puro
  • 1/3 cup lemon juice
  • 1/3 cup white sugar
  • 1 egg white
  • A good dash of aromatic bitters

Place ice cubes, pisco, lemon juice, sugar, egg white, and bitters in the bowl of a blender. Blend on high speed until finely pureed. Pour into two glasses and garnish with an additional dash of bitters.

Salud!

Huachinango Jarocha!

7 Apr

In Veracruz many dishes are served in a boat of banana leaves!

My mother-in-law, Maria del Consuelo Rigo de Garrido, was born in the state of Veracruz to Italian immigrants and moved to Mexico City when she was a young woman –  but in the kitchen she remained a Jarocha. Jarocha or jarocho (depending on gender) is a term applied to people born in the southern coastal regions of Veracruz, an area that is known for its seafood dishes. The cuisine of this region also reflects the influence of the Spaniards who made their entry to the Americas here, bringing olives and olive oil, almonds, and spices from around the world.

Huachinango a la Veracruzana, a typical comida casera or home-cooked dish, is one of the many that Consuelo taught me how to make and it remains a favorite in our household. The authentic recipe, like most Mexican dishes, calls for several hours of sauce simmering, and during the years we lived in Mexico I was all about authentic. However, when we returned to the U.S. and I rejoined the work force I quickly found short cuts that put plates on the table within an hour – without sacrificing too much flavor.

Consuelo returned to live in Veracruz several years ago, to the port of Coatzacoalcos. I have visited her there several times, but I rarely get a chance to try my hand in her kitchen. The next time I’m there I will prepare this “quicker” version of spicy, tomato-sauced Red Snapper for her. We’ll see if it passes her taste test. Vamos a ver!

RECIPE

3 filets Red Snapper

4 tablespoons olive oil

2 cups fresh salsa picante (bottled works, but not as well)

1 14 oz. can of diced canned tomatoes with juice

2 cloves garlic, diced

½ cup sliced olives (large pimiento stuffed)

1 bunch cilantro

Salt to taste

Lime quarters

Pour olive oil into large skillet with a glass cover. When oil is warm add fresh salsa. If you can only find “mild” salsa you may add chopped jalapeno or serrano chiles, depending on your taste. Saute until onions are soft and add diced tomatoes, garlic and olives. Cover and simmer about 15 minutes and salt to taste. Do not add salt until this step is complete, as olives may vary in salt content.

Place Red Snapper filets, skin side (shiny side) down on sauce and simmer without cover for 2 minutes.

Turn filets, scoop sauce over fish and cover. Simmer for 3 minutes.

Open skillet and cover fish with clean cilantro, stems and all. Cover, bring to boil and turn off burner (cilantro is a fragrant herb and overcooking results in zero flavor). When cilantro has wilted the dish is ready to serve…either removing the cilantro or serving it on the side.

This dish is traditionally served with white rice and lime. I used a brown rice pilaf and served it all up with braised broccoli rabe. The lime juice, squeezed over the entire dish, adds a fresh, piquant flavor to the entire plate.

Buen provecho!

Egg Salad and Green Garlic

18 May

At the Farmer’s Market a few weeks ago I made a palate-pleasing discovery…green garlic! I am a huge fan of the “stinking rose” and love it raw, sautéed, roasted, you name it, but the tender young plants sliced into a stir fry or a salad would tempt even a vampire! And, because the “heat” is not yet developed you can use OODLES of it and not overwhelm other flavors, such as eggs.

A few days ago I served egg salad sandwiches for dinner, made with fresh eggs from our backyard flock, chopped celery and red onion, and green garlic, of course. The green garlic looks like a green onion but the leaves are flat and V-shaped, rather than tubular. When you slice it open you can see the tiny cloves inside. I simply peel the bulb, slice in rings and chop.

I used 4 hard boiled eggs and about ½ cup chopped celery, generous amounts of chopped baby red onion and green garlic, mayo, sea salt and fresh ground black pepper to make the egg salad. I don’t like to add any other seasonings because I like to taste the egg…and the garlic, of course.

I also like a rather coarse mixture so I just mix it up and then “smush” it lightly on a plate, adding salt and pepper to taste…which means I usually consume quite a bit of the salad before it hits the sandwich.

Fresh romaine lettuce leaves, and a dense German caraway rye bread and half-sour pickles from our local European deli made this a simple, hearty and tasty dinner.

It is NOT easy to find green garlic…I couldn’t find it in any of our markets except the Farmer’s Market…and it is no doubt a spring season item. Fortunately, we live near Gilroy, the Garlic Capital of the World, so I can begin growing it in my vegetable garden and even in the flower beds for a continuous supply of green garlic… and protection against evil spirits!

Crazy Chicken Ladies

25 May

I am not alone! In April we saw a flyer at the feed store announcing an Open Coop Tour and an invitation for local poultry fanciers to open their coops to visitors on May 1. So we did…and it was satisfying and fun to share our experiences and enthusiasm for backyard chickens on the Coop d’ Hill tour.

I also met some more of my “peeps” in Morgan Hill. Among them is Kate of Artisan Eggs, who organized the open coop event and stopped by to deliver a poster/sign for our gate. Kate and her husband live just down the road from us and produce beautiful eggs from some very pampered poultry. Kate and I discovered that we had purchased Black Copper Marans from the same batch of chicks, making us related in some peculiar but pleasant way.

Then, less than a week later a friend recommended Alice Walker’s new book The Chicken Chronicles. Oh. My. Goodness! I was instantly captivated and had to force myself to read it slowly and savor her words.

Perhaps you’ve seen her? A photograph of her, maybe? She is an old woman, round, comfy, wearing a dark-colored headscarf – so maybe she’s in Turkey, or Egypt or Pakistan, Afghanistan or Iraq – sitting under a tree, or maybe she’s on a bench that’s against a wall. Outside anyway and she’s gazing in complete peace at a flock of geese in front of her. But there she is, and peace is with her. How is this? That is the mystery I have fallen into with my chickens. I sit in the corner of the chicken yard on my little green stool, Babe in my lap, Gertrude S. in my lap, and I’m there. Eternity. How long have humans and nonhumans been carrying on this way? – Alice Walker

Every morning I have my first cup of coffee while sitting on my stool in the henyard, watching my little yard birds forage and fuss over who gets what piece of scratch, preening themselves, making a beeline for the nest box to take care of some egg business, chasing off the blue jays or squirrels who come into the yard for a quick snack, or hopping up on the sink beside me to give me a long, curious stare. My hens don’t sit in my lap, like Alice Walkers’ hens do…but just observing them every day centers me and gives me a powerful sense of gratitude for the Earth and its gifts.

When we started this hobby/folly with one coop and a few hens we had NO IDEA what we were getting into! Eddie is such an indulgent and thoughtful husband…and he loves to build things, but we never dreamed we’d become so attached, interested and amused.

These days, when I open the coops and let the 17 hens out of Eggs R Us I look at them and think how amazing it will be to see their numbers doubled in the coming months. We have 25 chicks that we’ve raised from a few days old in the laundry room and then the chicken tractor. We recently moved them all into Coop de Ville and Coopacabana, and here’s a video update on their status.

We are already selling beautiful, fresh, organic and free-range eggs to our neighbors who are both delighted and grateful. We do not profit financially, but their donations help pay for chicken feed and support our hobby.  Now, that’s not so crazy, is it?

All American Tacos!

23 Jun

Last week I had a hankerin’ for what my kids used to call American Tacos (as opposed to Mexican tacos, which are quite different from Tex Mex or Taco Bell offerings). I’m talking about a classic, crisp-fried corn tortilla shell, seasoned ground beef filling, shredded Iceberg lettuce, grated cheddar cheese and fresh salsa.

So off I went to the market to buy my ingredients. When I returned I realized I had no store-bought taco seasoning, which is key to a genuine American Taco! Not willing to brave the aisles again I searched for and found a taco seasoning mix recipe, which Eddie quickly put together for me.

Taco Seasoning

2 tablespoons chili powder
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
1/2 teaspoon onion powder
1/2 teaspoon red pepper flakes
1/2 teaspoon dried oregano
1 teaspoon paprika
1 tablespoon ground cumin
2 teaspoons sea salt
2 teaspoons black pepper

Mix well by shaking together in a small airtight jar.

My second homemade ingredient was fresh salsa, though some might argue that bottled salsa would make these more authentically American. Oh well.

Pico de Gallo

2 large ripe tomatoes
2 large jalapeno peppers (seed them if you want a milder salsa)
2 scallions
1 clove garlic
3 tablespoons chopped cilantro

Dice all ingredients, mix and salt to taste. Refrigerate for at least 1/2 hour.

Taco Prep

Click on image for larger view.

For the filling I simply brown a pound of lean ground beef and mix in 3 tablespoons of the taco seasoning when the meat is almost done. I then shred the lettuce, grate the cheese and fry the taco shells.

The taco shells require a little attention, but basically you fry the the corn tortilla in very hot oil (deep enough to cover the tortilla) until it is somewhat firm. Next you fold it in half and quickly fry it on both sides, while holding it open with tongs so that when it is done there is an opening wide enough to fill it. I drain the shells on paper towels sitting up on their edges.

Fill shells with seasoned ground beef mixture, a layer of grated cheddar, a layer of lettuce and finally the salsa. If you want to get fancy pants you can also add a dollop of sour cream or slices of avocado.

The combination of crispy, savory, creamy, and piquant flavors made for a fiesta in my mouth and brought back sweet memories of making this meal for my children. Viva El Taco Americano!

Irena Goes to the Henitentiary

11 Jul

This spring three of our hens have gone “broody”, meaning they want to sit on their eggs and hatch baby chicks. Because we have no roosters and thus no fertile eggs, it’s a pointless exercise. Also, it means the hen is not earning her keep, as she quits laying eggs once the broodiness sets in. If not discouraged from this, she may stop laying  for several weeks or even months.

The brooding cycle can also have some negative consequences for the wannabe mama. She will often leave the nest only once or twice in a 24 hour period to eat, drink and defecate – in the form of a particularly large and malodorous chicken dropping – so it is necessary to take her out of the nest several times a day. Her temperature also rises and she may pull the feathers from her breast, the better to warm the eggs. All this can happen even without a single egg in the nest!

Our approach is to “break the brood” as soon as we see signs of it. The first time we experienced this phenomenon with Natasha Nogudnik we researched it on the web and tried out various methods, including removing her from the nest several times a day, dipping her tummy in cold water, and finally isolating her in a dog crate for a week. The isolation seems to do the trick.

This year Eddie converted the chick nursery to a “henitentiary” by removing the floor and replacing it with wire, making it impossible for the hen to nest. We put it in a cool room inside the barn and placed Henrietta, a Welsummer, and Antoinette, a Cuckoo Marans inside. Within a week they snapped out of it and were allowed to return to the general population.

Last week we noticed Irena Szevinska, a Polish hen, was spending more and more time on the nest and protested loudly, puffing out her feathers and pecking at us, when we tried to remove her. So she was sentenced to solitary confinement in the henitentiary for a few days.

This morning I let her out and she cackled loudly, ran around the hen yard, ate some hen scratch, and finally settled herself into a nice long dust bath. Welcome back, Irena! Now let’s get started on that egg business again.

Pickled Beets

31 Jul

Growing up in Wisconsin, I loathed the month of August. That’s when my mother harvested and canned her fruits and vegetables. As the eldest daughter, I was expected to help her peel carrots and apples, snap green beans, blanch tomatoes, chop onions, pit peaches, and whatever else needed to be done to make sure the shelves in the root cellar were stocked for the winter.

The water bath canner and pressure cooker going full tilt made the already steamy summer days almost unbearable, and the only thing on my mind was how soon I could get out of the kitchen and go jump in the lake.

Nevertheless, at the end of summer, the sight of the shelves lined with jewel-like bottles of vegetables, fruits, sauces, jams and pickles was very satisfying. One of my favorite home-canned foods was Pickled Beets, a Midwestern farm classic. Opening a jar of them when the snow was six feet deep outside the door could bring back summer in a heartbeat.

This morning I harvested the first crop of baby beets from our garden and made six pints of those rustic, ruby pickles. The kitchen was hot and steamy, my hands were stained crimson and the scent of vinegar and spices was intoxicating. I thought of my mother several times and felt grateful for how hard she worked to feed us and teach us how to feed ourselves. And now I’m going to jump in the lake! Well, the pool, that is.

Platanos Machos…Que Ricos!

4 Aug

Ripe plantains on top of green plantains

Last year Eddie and I started seeing articles in the AARP magazine about the benefits of a “banana a day”.  Here are just a few of them. Banana Benefits.

So we have made it a habit to eat LOTS of bananas – plain, with cold cereal, in smoothies, in fruit salad, with wheat toast and peanut butter, and in banana bread (where they probably lose some of their healing properties due to baking).

I don’t exactly have to choke them down, but I loves me some variety. At our local Mexican food market last week I saw a beautiful pile of platanos machos and decided to introduce my husband to a classic, simple and scrumptious Latin American  dessert…Platanos Fritos con Crema.

Recipe for Two

Peel 2 ripe plantains (ripe plantains are yellow with black spots). Cut in half and then slice into 3 pieces.Heat peanut oil or canola oil about ¼ inch deep in sauté pan and add sliced plantains. Adjust heat so that it cooks the plantains quickly without burning or smoking.

A cast iron skillet does a nice job of caramelizing the fruit.

Fry to golden, transfer to paper towel to drain and serve immediately with dollops of sweetened sour cream. I add about 2 tablespoons of white sugar to ½ cup of sour cream and mix well. You can also simply sprinkle the fried plantains with sugar and drizzle them with sour cream. And, if you want to save on calories you can top them with plain yogurt.

Looks good, tastes good, good for you!

Well, Eddie loved them and they will be changing up our banana regimen a bit. I hope you can find them in your market and give them a try! Buen provecho!

Can I Get an Ole!

6 Sep

When my daughter Mari, and her business partner, Beth, had the Shade Tree Restaurant  in Chico they made massive quantities of guacamole every day. One of the interesting and delicious things about their guac recipe is that it doesn’t use onion, which can overpower the other milder flavors in the mix. I’ve been using Mari’s technique for many years and have kicked it up a notch with the addition of grated Cotija cheese. Here’s how easy it is.

2 ripe but firm avocados
1 medium tomato, seeded and diced
1 or 2 jalapenos (depending on your heat tolerance), seeded and chopped
1 large clove garlic, finely diced
2 Tablespoons minced cilantro
Juice of 1 lime
¼ cup grated Cotija cheese (a hard, skim milk cheese fromMexico)

Mash avocados lightly to leave good size chunks. Add remaining ingredients and mix. The Cotija cheese is quite salty, so don’t add salt until the guac rests and chills for awhile. Taste prior to plating and salt as needed.

TIP: Keep guacamole from browning by placing plastic wrap directly over the mixture and removing as much air as possible before chilling.


Flautas de Pollo

One of my favorite ways to enjoy guacamole is with Chicken Flautas. Anything fried is fine with me, and RE-fried is even better! Start with 2 chicken breasts, boiled or roasted, salted and shredded. Fry 10 corn tortillas in hot oil until tender but firm.

Place chicken on tortilla and roll up tightly.

Place on serving dish, folded edge down. Heat oil to almost smoking and fry a few at a time with the folded side down until crispy.

Turn 3 times until they are all golden brown.

Serve with guacamole and sour cream.

The perfect cocktail for spicy guacamole!

 And, yes,  the frozen margarita is de rigor! I use Golden Margarita Mix from Costco, which already has the tequila in it. Fill glass with ice, add Golden Margarita Mix and add another splash of Cuervo (unless you’re a lightweight) and a splash of Triple Sec. I use a Vitamax blender and blend on High until it becomes the perfect adult slushie. Salt rim of glass with sea salt and pour cocktail.

Ay yay yay, Mama!

 
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