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Too Much Of A Good Thing: Rain, Rot, And Harvest

June 12, 2014 by Leah Leave a Comment

The past two and a half weeks have brought nothing but rain.  Every day there has been some form of dreary precipitation that has nearly driven me mad with longing for sunshine.  I mean, come on already!  Although I’ve been saving money on water in terms of garden irrigation, too much of a good thing can really be a bummer.  The squash are rotting right on the vine, the peppers look horrendous and have taken to falling over just to get attention, and the tomatoes are just not looking like themselves without some hot sunshine.

In spite of this dismal downfall, the harvest is starting.  One night in the lull between rainfalls, I got the tomatoes staked.  Finally!!!  Rob pounded these stakes into the ground for me and I used zip ties to secure the bamboo to the stakes.  The result is a much better system than what I had last year.  There is airflow between the plants and room to walk in and harvest.

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The squash plants have already grown to gargantuan proportions.  Here is the romanesco.  The taste is lovely, the flowers are gigantic and buttery, but I’m having rotting issues with these due to the rain.

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Here is what the garden looks like right now.  The cucumber vines are already taller than I am!  Thank goodness for velcro ties.  They are one of the most useful things I’ve purchased for the garden.  I was able to reuse the ones from last year too!  They don’t damage the plants and are really easy to secure.  They cost more, but are definitely worth the investment!

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Tonight I harvested a bunch of goodies, so it was a bit of work when I got home.  The great thing about the rain is that I can’t go outside in this nasty weather for days sometimes, so when I finally do, it’s like Christmas out there!

These are dragon tongue beans.  Aren’t they so pretty and purply?!  I opted for these this year instead of green beans and I don’t think I can ever go back.  The taste of these is fabulous! It’s much less grassy than a green bean straight off the plant.  More like a wax bean, but sweeter…I am in love!

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The snow peas look like a mess in the garden right now.  Even though I strung some twine they had a mind of their own and look like a shipwreck.  They have a lovely crunch though!

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There is a lot of food right now, so I threw a salad together with cucumbers, snow peas, fresh basil, and chick peas.  I’ll drown it in olive oil and balsamic vinegar tomorrow for a crunchy lunch because you only live once, right?!  I’m sorry this picture is blurry.  I think I had just dropped the phone in some water on the kitchen counter, or I couldn’t hold the phone steady from the wine I was drinking, not sure which.  Oops!

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Beets!!!  Ok, I know a lot of you probably hate beets.  They have grown on me.  I really like roasting them.  I throw them in an oven safe glass pan, spray with olive oil, cover with foil, and roast on 350 for at least an hour until soft. Once they’re peeled and sliced, I love putting them on salad or eating them with goat cheese.  Definitely prefer eating them warm as opposed to cold or pickled.  Delish!

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I am not a fan of beet greens, but I’ve found a way to cook them that makes them tolerable.  I can’t stand to just throw them away!  Dice half an onion and throw some crushed garlic cloves in a pan with olive oil, basil, pepper, salt, and red pepper flakes.

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Throw the greens in the pan after the onions are clear and your house smells garlicky.

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You’ll end up with a sort of mushy healthy bowl of greens.  Throw some pecorino romano on there…throw on some more…you can never have too much Italian cheese, you just can’t.

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While I was slaving away in the kitchen like some 50s domestic goddess, this was happening.

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I mean…!!!  It never gets old, cats and boxes.  It doesn’t matter what was in the box or where the box is placed, I guarantee you a cat will be in the box within 10 seconds of it hitting the floor.  She is so adorable, I can’t take it!  I hope Rob’s dog doesn’t eat her when she moves in.  The tragedy…

Ok, I’m back…other parts of the yard have benefited greatly from the rain.  Look at this hideous thing the previous owners left for me when I moved in.  I was going to throw it away, but it’s a planter and plants can be stuck in those, so I stuck some hens & chicks in there and voila, it’s slightly less hideous, but honestly, you can’t really improve a concrete squirrel, can you?

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Dad’s daylilies are the crowning jewel of the garden right now.  Last year he sent 60 plants down here of his own hybridized varieties.  I tagged the plants when I was home and he dug them all out, boxed them up, and shipped them down here.  Looking at these gorgeous flowers takes me home.  Every year when I go home for July 4th, Dad’s garden is blooming wildly and it’s hard not to get lost in the loveliness of it.  Now I have a piece of that here and I can’t describe how happy it makes me!

This is what the flower bed looked like just a couple weeks ago.

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Now it looks like this…

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It’s so interesting to see how things grow here.  One year, something does really well and then this year, it’s failing.  Or last year I couldn’t get flowers to grow in a bed and this year, plants are thriving.  I can’t imagine not having the garden to come home to because something is always new, a season is always changing the landscape.  The garden requires one to observe or beauty will be missed.  I walk along the side flower bed each day before I hop in the car and head to work.  The fig is taller.  The roses are blooming.  The foxglove is falling over in the rain.  New alliums are turning purple.  The lavender is finally coming back.  The purple coneflower is starting to bloom.  Butterflies will be here soon.

Nothing stays the same and I’m reminded that this is a big year of change for me too.  I’m getting married.  I know that Rob and I will face our challenges as we try to figure out living life together after being independent for so long, but I hope that each of us provides a space where the other can grow and blossom.  For now we will eat lots of fresh things and fill our stomachs and be reminded of how blessed we are.

Filed Under: Gardening Tagged With: cooking, gardening, yard work

Freezing Green Beans Fresh From The Garden…And Eating Zucchini While Doing So

June 27, 2013 by Leah Leave a Comment

Let’s just take a second and talk about how delicious my dinner was.  I don’t know what to do with all the zucchini I have, so if you have recipes, please share them!  Tonight I sliced one up, threw it in a baking pan with some olive oil, and layered it.  On each layer I put more olive oil, basil, garlic powder, salt, pepper, lemon juice, and a bit of pecorino romano.  Then I covered with foil, threw it in the over for about, I don’t know, 30 minutes on 375, until it was tender…and my gosh, it was good. 

In the meantime…

I’m getting a ton of green beans from the garden, which is awesome, and I’m determined to get the most out of every plant and not lose a single bean.  But, I’m about to go to Long Island for a week at home and I need to do something with these crazy beans!  I’m freezing them.

Prep the beans by rinsing and cutting off the ends.

Boil a big pot of water.   Get another big pot of ice water ready.

Stick the beans in the boiling water for about a minute until they turn a pretty, bright, Kate Spade green.  This is called blanching.  Dramatically place your hand on your forehead and say, “Oh, Blanch, what in Heaven’s name am aah gonna do with all theeeese beeaans?”

Transfer the beans to the ice water to immediately stop them from cooking further.

Drain the beans and throw them on a towel to air dry.

Throw those crazy beans in some freezer bags and go on vacation!

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Making Ravioli: Because Italians Should Know How

June 17, 2013 by Leah Leave a Comment

So, I’m Italian.  People are never sure.  Here in the south, some are easily confused by anyone who isn’t blonde with blue-eyes, so I hear a lot of things.  Are you: Greek, Egyptian, Spanish, Mexican, Arab…?  Or my favorite, “Where are you from?”  New York.  “Yes, but where are you from?”  It’s a major pet peeve of mine.  Home on Long Island, this never happens.  I blend in with the rest of the Italian population, and if someone’s blonde, people assume it’s not natural.  When I went to Italy several years ago, my identity crisis came to an end.  I looked like EVERYONE else and it was amazing, that sense of not being out of place.  The people were so much fun, I mean, they had exuberant joy and smiled and said “Ciao, bella!” and gave us free wine and pasta.  Ah, pasta.  Which brings us to today.  Being Italian, it seems wrong to not at least try making my own pasta every now and then, and let me tell you, it has been a blast.

There is a man named Bill who I met in Italian class.  The recipe that I used for Asparagus Ravioli is his, which you can also learn how to make if you attend one of his classes.  Bill is going to Italy for the month of July to teach Americans how to cook.  That’s right, an American is going over to Italy to teach other Americans how to cook Italian food.  Following this stint of bliss in Tuscany, Bill will return to Franklin and begin teaching cooking classes to us non-Mediterranean locals under the moniker of “The Cook.” His first class will take place on August 10th at Stoney Creek Farm in Franklin, TN.  For more information on upcoming classes, you can email Bill at [email protected].

To get started I mixed some flour, semolina, and salt to make a well for some eggs which would all be blended to form the dough for the pasta.

Ok, so the well was a little shallow, but we fixed it.

Rob helped me out.  We had a blast!  It was a party with some whiskey and ginger to help things along.

 

While the dough sat in the fridge for a while getting all gluten-y, we prepared the filling, which consisted of asparagus, onion, ricotta, other Italian cheeses, and some nutmeg.

 

Tools on hand included a ravioli maker and a lovely pink Kitchenaid mixer with a pasta roller attached.   Ladies, this is why you get all the appliances before you get married.

I was terribly excited to realize that the pasta attachments for the Kitchenaid mixers are made in Italy!  I mean, why not go to the experts when creating a product?  The dough goes through the rollers to form thin sheets which serve as the top and bottom layers of the ravioli.

The filling was added to a Ziploc bag with a corner cut off for easy filling of the little cheese wells.

 

Another sheet of pasta was added to the top of the filled ravioli.  Here you can see manly Rob expertly using the pretty pink Kitchenaid.

The top layer is added and a rolling pin is used to press the dough into the mold to form the shape of the ravioli.

 

This is what we ended up with.  Don’t they look professional?!

We made a simple butter-cream sauce with the remaining asparagus spears and boiled the pasta for about 5 minutes until it was tender.

Buon appetite!  These were absolutely delicious in every way.  When we were finished Rob looked down at his plate forlornly and said, “I’m so sad that’s over.”  Me too.  Until the next pasta adventure…

 

Filed Under: Thoughts On Life Tagged With: cooking, pasta

Nostalgic Pasta

January 12, 2013 by Leah 2 Comments

Tonight I made pasta, lemon ricotta gnocchi to be specific, and I am worn out!

I have been taking Italian for the past year and a half, getting in touch with my roots, and I love it so much.  People ask me sometimes if I can speak fluently yet, and I sort of laugh and think they must be kidding.  The grammar is so complex, my brain has been twisted like fusilli!  Class starts again on January 24th and I’m already totally stressed out about it because I have slacked a bit on the studying over the holidays.  So no, I cannot speak fluently, but I can now make my own limoncello, gnocchi, chicken piccata, and consume copious amounts of vino rosso while trying to force my brain to form a coherent sentence.  Wine, bourbon, limoncello, and all forms of alcohol marvelously loosen the tongue when learning another language!  We always have plenty on hand.

So back to the pasta!  There’s a guy in my class named Bill who is a wizard in the kitchen.  My envy of his mad skills knows no bounds.  Every time I eat Bill’s food I end up begging him for the recipe and he has graciously obliged.  So tonight, I made lemon ricotta gnocchi, and by “made,” I  mean wrestled with dough until my arms were sore.  You basically get some semolina flour, eggs, lemon zest, and ricotta.  Mix that up and make the gluten magic happen till you have a nice ball of dough that also has Parmesan and flour kneaded in.

After it gets some beauty sleep in the fridge, you take it out and begin the process of rolling and cutting the dough to form the gnocchi.  The special little touch that gives the pasta its famous ridges comes from a gnocchi board.  Yes, these exist and I bought one.  It’s basically a block of wood with ridges that has no other purpose than to make pasta look awesome and provide little channels for sauce to stick to.  These Italians, they think of everything!

I got all nostalgic tonight while I was doing this.  I remembered an episode of some cooking show I saw on PBS one night with these two little Italian women hunched together in a small kitchen making pasta.  They took a handful of flour, threw it on a countertop, made a small indentation in the flour, added the most beautifully golden eggs I’ve ever seen, and just started working it all together with their bare hands.  Somehow, they ended up with fettuccine.  I think there’s some kind of magic that exists in the Italian hills that causes the most mundane of ingredients to become the most sumptuous meals.

Since I moved into my house and now have a kitchen with space in it, I’ve been so excited to cook and learn more Italian dishes.  There’s something about making pasta that is very fundamental and makes me feel like I’m doing something generations of women have done before me.  I feel the same about baking bread.  You can buy a box of pasta for a dollar in the store, or a loaf of bread for a couple of bucks, but when you make these kitchen staples at home and realize the work and love that go into them, there is an appreciation that develops and a sense of pride that swells when they actually come out well!

The gnocchi will be frozen and cooked with a mouthwatering lemon cream sauce.  Definitely worth the sore muscles.  Until next time, arrivederci! 

Filed Under: Thoughts On Life Tagged With: cooking, Italian, pasta

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