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The Most Cherry-Full Time of the Year

Today I gave the kids a break from math and spelling, packed them into the car and drove an hour away for our yearly spring tradition – cherry picking!

It’s a beautiful drive out to the mountains and the girls oohed and aahhed at all the big old historic estates in Albemarle County that we passed on the way.

It’s perfect timing, too, because we just ran out of our last jar of Brandied Cherry Jam that I made last year. And, like last year, we picked waaaaaaaaay more than planned.

In all, we came home with just under 20 pounds of cherries.  At $3.99 a pound…….you do the math.  Every year it’s the same.  We plan to not spend too much, and we pick too many.  I gripe about it as I am paying for them, I gripe about it all the way home.  I gripe about it as I stand and wash them for what seems like hours.

Then, after we’ve eaten our fill and I am planning out what to make with them I always say “We didn’t pick enough cherries!”

I washed, de-stemmed, and packed into ziploc freezer bags about 13 pounds of cherries.  They’re dead easy to freeze, and this way I don’t have to make jam right this second.  I am, in fact, waiting until I can order some Weck jars this year.

Because Weck jars are prettier that’s why.  And yes, they are ALL going to become jam.

It was THAT good.

 


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a baker’s dozen of fresh eggs

from our backyard hens, veronica and estelle.

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there is nothing better than looking forward to a weekend menu of french toast, egg salad and deviled eggs from your own hens. thanks, girls!


a baker’s dozen of fresh eggs

from our backyard hens, veronica and estelle.

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there is nothing better than looking forward to a weekend menu of french toast, egg salad and deviled eggs from your own hens. thanks, girls!


A Bowl of Borscht

I was first introduced to cold borscht when I lived in Lithuania as a kid. When I first encountered it, I was a little put off by the alarmingly bright pink color, and confused by the idea of a cold soup. However, I quickly came to love the combination of tangy buttermilk with the rich and earthy beets and potatoes.

Cold borscht is also a perfect spring meal. All of the ingredients are fresh– at their peak, even– and the weather is just becoming warm enough to appreciate a cold soup. Another nice thing is that it could not be easier to make.

 

People sometimes turn their noses up at borscht because it is often portrayed as a “poor people” food– there’s hardly a reference to Russia or Eastern Europe where borscht isn’t the butt end of a joke. I find that it is an easy, cheap meal, but that its simplicity neither lessens the wonderful flavors nor dampens the celebration of fresh spring ingredients.

 

Recipe: Serves 2

1/2 lb new potatoes

6-7 fresh beets

2 fresh green onions

1 tablespoon fresh dill

1 teaspoon salt

1 teaspoon pepper

2 cups of buttermilk

 

Star by cleaning the beets and adding to boiling water. After 5 minutes the beets should be cooked through. Run the beets under cold water and the skins can be easily pushed off. Next in a clean pot of boiling water place the potatoes in (whole) and cook until tender all the way through. While the potatoes are cooking, blend 3 of the beets with the cold buttermilk. Add salt and pepper along with half of the dill. Once the potatoes are done run them under cold water and remove the skins. Cut the remaining beets into bite-size pieces and divide between two bowls along with the potatoes. Pour the buttermilk over the beets and potatoes and garnish with finely chopped green onion and the rest of the remaining dill.

apple blossoms!

holy shit, look at this!

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that’s new apple blossoms on our brand-new green sentinel apple tree, that is. i am speechless with excitement.


apple blossoms!

holy shit, look at this!

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that’s new apple blossoms on our brand-new green sentinel apple tree, that is. i am speechless with excitement.


apple blossoms!

holy shit, look at this!

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that’s new apple blossoms on our brand-new green sentinel apple tree, that is. i am speechless with excitement.


Buttermilk Chicken, with a side of adorable puppies

Buttermilk  chicken is amazing because the buttermilk acts as a tenderizer and conveys the spices deep in to the chicken during the marinading process. The result is a perfectly seasoned grilled chicken that’s bursting with flavor.

Last night, I had  every intention of photographing each step of the process for this blog post, but I ended up skipping the pictures. My house is bursting at the seems with guests and I just couldn’t get motivated for a proper photo shoot.

Which is great news for you, actually. Because instead of pictures of me stirring, you’re getting pictures of adorable puppies. Which is what you really want anyway. Win/win, y’all!

 

Buttermilk Chicken

What you’ll need: 

8-10 bone-in chicken thighs (or thighs and legs)

A half gallon of buttermilk

6 cloves of garlic, minced or put through a garlic press

1 teaspoons ground cumin

1 teaspoon ground coriander

1 teaspoon salt

1/2 teaspoon red pepper flakes

1/2 teaspoon ground black pepper

6 two-week-old Maremma pups (garnish only!)

 

Place the chicken thighs in a gallon zip top back.

In a small bowl, combine the remaining ingredients (except the puppies).

Pour the buttermilk mixture over the chicken. Seal the bag and refrigerate for at least 6 hours, preferably overnight.

Remove the chicken from the bag, discarding the marinade.

Grill to an internal temperature of 180 degrees.

Voila! The most flavorful, tender grilled chicken you’ve ever tasted!

 

Water Bottle …

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Vegetable CSA: Week One

After champing at the bit all last week, nearly crazed with eagerness, I went out in the rain on Monday afternoon and pulled

  • 7 lbs of lettuce (15 heads, 5 different varieties),
  • 2 lbs of arugula,
  • 30 beets, and
  • 20 green onions

out of the garden, to make the first delivery for our super-small, super-experimental CSA (photo above is not the half of it!). It was immensely gratifying, after having waited so long. And to be honest, going out there today, you can hardly tell any’s missing.

I was, however, completely surprised by how different it feels to go into the garden to pick food for oneself (“In the mood for beet chips? Let’s go pull a few beets!”) or a friend (“Hey, do you want me to cut you a few heads of lettuce to take home?”), versus how it feels to pick food for other people– I was suddenly terrified that the lettuce would be dirty or wilty and I hadn’t noticed, or that a few holes in the arugula would be deal-breakers. Here’s hoping that I’ll grow out of this odd sort of vanity as the weeks of the season wear on.