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Morning means menu-planning here where land meets sea, and both send up gifts of nourishment and pleasure. Concentrated on a tiny peninsula in Rhode Island is the best that New England—or anyplace—has to offer: unhomogenized cream, grass-fed beef, sour cherries, currants, blueberries, blackberries, raspberries, and gooseberries; gorgeous lettuce; tree fruits and nuts; lobsters, clams, and ocean fish; native poultry and eggs; sensational potatoes and corn; tomatoes in their infinite variety of color, size, shape, and texture. In the morning, when the deer come out and the birds are just waking, when the fox and the coyote are going home, I take my coffee outside and think about dinner. In the morning, I go to the farms to buy what’s good or what calls to me. In the morning, I bake for breakfast or the weekend’s guests.
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Living well through food is surprisingly easy. Great ingredients and surefire, pitch-perfect recipes are a good start, and we’ll talk about that and how/where to find them, or to know them when you see them. But equally important is a shift in thinking, perhaps a little learning, to see how simple and enjoyable it can be. So we’ll also talk about some of my other favorite subjects, the true secrets of making good food part of everyday life: using the freezer, seasoning food, putting together a menu, radical preserving, pacing of cooking tasks, stocking a pantry, entertaining at the drop of a hat, understanding food temperatures. They all work together in a seamless, organic whole.
The return to the seasonal and local is lesson number 1: food is remembering. What’s new is old. You may have arrived late, but welcome to the table.
Jane Robbins
2 comments:
"Pepper relish!" One of my most fondly-remembered tastes of all my canning days.
Of course, the two-bushel size, with enough onions to make you cry rivers as it was all ground through the old shiny grinder clamped hard onto the edge of the counter---that was a half-day job, from jar-washing and gathering the peppers, to the last hot jar turned upside down on a towel to seal.
My all-time favourite condiment on hot dogs (with a cup or so stirred into the beans just before baking).
We've been on the patio snapping beans (me) and shucking corn (Chris) as we "listened" to the parade pass by around the block. Shady and deliciously cool for a Fourth---77 at this minute, but probably 68 when we were outside.
The weather is odd here, in that this is the second Fourth I remember that was below 80 all day. The other one was five years ago today (I looked on my blog) and we had to wear real pants and jackets to the fireworks that night, and stand under a shop marquee to stay out of the cool drizzle.
I'm still counting on your walking out the gate with a pie in a basket for a picnic supper. Don't burst my dream bubble.
Happy Fourth!!
rachel
I do remember those half-day jobs myself. Never again! Or at least, unless I go commercial....
Beans and corn! We're still behind here on that, what with the brutal winter and late planting. Today is like your 4th--sunny, but cool and incredibly windy--sailors will be happy--and we will be wearing sweatshirts and pants to fireworks tonight. Happy Holiday! Pie soon.
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