
Here's to an abrupt end to six weeks of radio silence. Six weeks? How is that possible? What began as an unintended break soon became a much needed vacation. I marvel that in this stage of life "vacation" tends to be more action packed than our typical routine. No matter. The simple break from routine is what counts. August was a glorious month filled with abundant sun, good friends, perfect lake temperatures, countless bottles of wine and scrumptious fresh produce that we devoured faster than I could write.
{sweet. juicy. summer}
I've been seeing watermelon featured in salads quite a bit lately and I'm always intrigued -- especially when the sweet melon is paired with something unexpected. One of our favorite local restaurants serves a Watermelon and Arugula Salad which I've tasted once. With its olives and onion it was both novel and delicious. But as refreshing as the salad sounds, their fabulous burger always wins out and well, let's face it, I don't have the metabolism of a 20 year old anymore and I have to set my limits. So when fennel popped up in our CSA again this past week, I decided it just might warrant an experiment with watermelon. (Over the past two years anything involving fennel has been more or less an experiment with me). Thus was created Watermelon and Fennel Salad. The fennel and the mint are robust enough to deliciously co-exist with the salty feta and sweet watermelon. With so much flavor in the salad, a simple oil and vinegar dressing ties it all together. (I *love* salads that don't require a fancy dressing to taste complete). This may just make it to the top of a summer favorites list.{this salad just uses shavings from the tender bulb of the fennel}
Yet another reason why I truly love participating in Community Supported Agriculture. Were that fennel not to have made its appearance this past week in my treasure box full of fresh veggies, I may not have discovered this easy and different summer salad. What's more, I'd be perpetually conflicted each time I sat down at The Lodge and debated departure from my beloved burger.{melon + salty feta. winning combination}
Watermelon and Fennel Salad 5 cups cubed watermelon (approx 1/2 medium seedless watermelon){we picked this up from the on a recent vacation in sonoma county. gorgeous flavor}
Dry Creek Olive Company also makes outstanding olive oil. My favorite is their Three Orchards Blend.I'm screwed. A few weeks ago we adopted a feral cat in hopes of controlling the herbicidal vole that has taken residence in our yard, burrowing tunnels through our grass and leaving severed root beds in its wake. According to the Humane Society, there are close to 50 million feral or stray cats in the United States. Reading about these forgotten felines and being assured that all it would take to care for one would be simple food, water, and shelter in our garage, I naively signed up to become parent to yet another creature. Stated another way, I welcomed a wild beast into my home.
This week's recipe: Spaghetti with Snow Peas and Salmon
{we like our pasta paired with plenty of fresh ingredients, this time snow peas from the farm}
There is a yiddish expression that goes something like: "to a worm in horseradish, the world is horseradish." That's been my existence for the past few weeks (my horseradish = relentless snow and yes, I am the worm). It's mid-June, the sun is finally here and I have dug myself out. Apologies for the radio silence. A couple weeks back we received some crisp green snow peas as part of our CSA. I also read the then current issue of Bon Appetit that provided an excellent primer on cooking pasta. Inspired by both, I threw together Spaghetti with Snow Peas and Salmon. Deliciously light, this pasta dish really showcases the flavor of the sockeye and snow peas. Add as much pesto as you see fit -- I went for light -- and you'll have yourself a celebration of summer. Now, it's time to dust off my bike and head for the hills. More soon.{boil your pasta in the pot until just short of al dente, then finish it in the skillet with your sauce}
Spaghetti with Snow Peas and Salmon 3 cloves garlic, minced{memorial day 2011. what you can't see are the snowcapped mountains in the background}
This week's recipe: Quinoa and Fava Tabbouleh with Lemon Vinaigrette
{a fresh twist on ancient ingredients}
What is up with this week? First, James Durbin gets voted off American Idol ("give metal a chance," people!) and now a rider-led protest thwarts the first stage of the Tour of California (take it from me, the roads to be ridden were clear of snow and ice, no wind to speak of. Proof of point: a toddler/hopeful spectator was riding his Kettler trike on Brockway Summit. Man up and ride!). On both fronts, so disappointing. Nevertheless, these "injustices" must be taken in stride and life goes on. Thank God for good food. After last week's recipe for Fava Beans with Bacon and Shaved Pecorino and another round of favas in our CSA, I did a bit more research on the delicious bean (technically a vetch) and discovered more to appreciate about this ancient food. Fava beans thrive in cool, wet weather and in regions prone to "overwinter." Good Lord, could I actually grow fava beans? Imagine! And because they tend to harvest early, they help coax us from a cold, dark winter right into glorious Spring. How curious that a modest bean might become my hero. In celebration of this champion bean, I fashioned a tabbouleh-type dish that is worth repeating and packs enough punch to be a light meal on its own. The fava bean and quinoa provide an earthy, nutty anchor while the mint and lemon zest speak of Spring. Add the colorful carrot and peppery radish and we have something to talk about. So, while the rest of the world buzzes about the occurrences of the past week, I lift my glass of Chardonnay in a toast to James, the shamed pro cyclists and the fava bean. Regardless of the circumstances, may they continue to dazzle us with all that they have to offer. Quinoa and Fava Tabbouleh with Lemon Vinaigrette 1 cup uncooked quinoaThis week's recipe: Fava Beans with Bacon and Shaved Pecorino
{three simple ingredients}
It helps to be a daydreamer when you're doing something as tedious as shucking fava beans (also known as broad beans). An open window. A warm breeze. A Tuscan villa. An abundant garden. I've never been to Tuscany, but I have some pretty good visuals (thanks, in part, to Diane Lane. Wait -- why is it that Hollywood's heroines seem to require a divorce as much as a passport in order to experience Italy?). Anyway, my afternoon in Italy was perfectly pleasant and what's more, by the time I returned to my kitchen, I'd painstakingly removed the beans from their pods and they were blanching on the stove.
Oh, and by the way -- I have plans to go to Italy. Not airline tickets and reservation kind of plans, but plans nonetheless. And I'll have you know, I'm bringing my hunk of a husband with me.
{rather innocent looking, the fava bean requires significant prep. it's worth it} {pile-o-bacon}
Fava Beans with Bacon and Shaved Pecorino
:: Follow these steps to prepare the fava beans: Remove beans from pod. Blanch beans for 3 minutes in boiling water to soften skin. Peel off outer skin (the skin will be the white-ish part). More detail here
:: Cook the bacon. My preferred method is broiling. Place a couple inches under a preheated broiler for approximately 8 minutes, or until the bacon starts to curl. Flip about 1/2 way through. Remove bacon from drippings and place on a paper towel to drain. Pat dry. Cut into bite sized pieces. :: Using a vegetable peeler and peeling towards you, shave the Pecorino into long strips. Gently break strips into smaller flakes. :: Combine the fava beans, bacon and pecorino in a bowl. Season with salt and pepper, to taste. Serve immediately on its own, over greens, or with your choice of pasta. Serves 6Spring 2011. I finally took a tape measure out front and measured the stubborn snow banks that continue to haunt our yard. I should be over it by now. Right? And at least, I should be over writing about it (please accept my apology). Consider this an attempt at closure. See photo. Feel sympathy. I promise I'll stop barking.