Monday, September 24, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
The Beet that Ate Cincinnati (Borsht, באָרשטש,, Barszcz)
For now let me note that this is a regular garden-variety hybrid beet that happens to have some pale spots, and not a chioggia beet. I do not especially care for chioggia beets (I think there may be only one other vegetable that doesn't excite me. Can you guess which?); they are tooth-achingly sweet to me, but why should that be a problem when I love desserts that are unbearably sweet for many other people?
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Almanzo and sat on the footstool by the stove, an apple in his hand, a bowl of popcorn by his side, and his mug of cider on the hearth by his feet. He bit the juicy apple, then he ate some popcorn, then he took a drink of cider. He thought about popcorn.Popcorn is American. Nobody but the Indians ever had popcorn, till after the Pilgrim fathers came to
. On the first Thanksgiving Day, the Indians were invited to dinner, and they came, and they poured out on the table a big bagful of popcorn. The Pilgrim Fathers didn't know what it was. The Pilgrim Mothers didn’t know, either. The Indians had popped it, but it probably wasn't very good. Probably they didn't butter it or salt it, and it would be cold and tough after they had carried it around in a bag of skins. America
Almanzo looked at every kernel before he ate it. They were all different shapes. He had eaten thousands of handfuls of popcorn, and never found two kernels alike. Then he thought that if he had some milk, he would have popcorn and milk.
You can fill a glass full to the brim with milk, and fill another glass of the same size brim full of popcorn, and then you can put all the popcorn kernel by kernel into the milk, and the milk will not run over. You cannot do this with bread. Popcorn and milk are the only two things that will go into the same place.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
New Year Honey Watch I: Coffee Flower Honey
I do hope you enjoyed your visit to New York, Alice, and were not too startled by the enthusiastic greetings of wild-eyed bloggers.
Labels: The Emerald City ניו־יאָרקיש
Sunday, September 02, 2007
One of the enduringly cool things about belonging to a CSA collective is that I frequently find myself in possession of produce I would not otherwise have had the nerve to pick out on my own (and I flatter myself that I have a fair share of courage when it comes to picking out produce). One such case is edamame on the vine. I mean just look at these guys! They are fuzzy, thorny, bulky, and I would never have guessed that there are edamame in there.
Fresh edamame are delicious for nibbling at any time and not as hard to prepare as they look.
Pull edamame pods off the stems. I do not know if there is any way to make use of the soy stems or leaves. Bring lavishly salted water to a boil and cook the pods for 12 minutes. Later in the season you will need to cook them a little longer. Test for doneness. Drain the edamame and sprinkle the pods with salt. Eat them by popping the edamame into your mouth allowing the pods to salt your lips lightly. Ah, lightly salted lips!
See this post for more pictures and edamame-related vocabulary in Yiddish.
See Kalyn’s roundup of Weekend Herb Blogging for more leafy goodness.