The summer seems to have flown by. It’s hard for me to believe that it’s been 14 weeks since I’ve turned to a grocery store to get my produce. Next week, I’ll be back to school. Because I teach, I have extra time in the summer to prep and freeze food. The academic calendar, that now seems to anachronistic and obsolete for being based on an agricultural schedule, has been ideal for my local food endeavor. (For a bit more on the connection between school and agriculture, see this 2006 article about a school break for potato harvesting in northern Maine. (There is also a link from my articles in the Boston Globe page.)
I’ve been making so much tabbouleh that I ran out of bulgur. Whole Foods sells organic bulgur in their bulk section, so I can buy lots of it relatively cheaply in a paper bag. It’s become sort of a game to see how few plastic bags I can acquire. The one I went to didn’t have any organic bulgur in their bulk section, so I didn’t get any. But they were having a special event with lots of their local suppliers giving out tastes. One of the supplers was Highlawn Farm, and all-Jersey dairy in Lee, Massachusetts (in the Berkshires, between Springfield and Albany). They’re better than organic in most ways, but certification is too expensive. One of their products is heavy cream. Good cream means good ice cream, so I bought a pint. Remember the strawberries we sugared for ice cream and froze back in week 5? My husband used one of those pints to make strawberry ice cream in our electric ice cream maker. Between the extra-good cream and the extra-good strawberries, it was by far the best strawberry ice cream I have ever tasted.
This week our CSA share consisted of two pints of cherry tomatoes (we took one red, one yellow), three pounds of tomatoes,three small eggplants, three green bell peppers, one pound of broccoli, one scant bag of mixed baby lettuce leaves, ten ears of corn, one bunch of beets, one bunch of onions (which we gave away to friends) and one bunch of tatsoi.
Some of the vegetables were already getting soft in the wrong ways, so I made a batch of gazpacho. Into the blender went most of a bell pepper (the yucky soft part, and half an inch around it, went into compost), cut into chunks. It was followed by about 3 inches of Armenian cucumber, skin and seeds included, quartered and thickly sliced. Friends gave us half an Armenian cucumber from their garden, and it’s so big that the half spanned the full width of a refrigerator crisper drawer, and the amount I put into gazpacho was about the same as one whole normal cucumber. I added a generous spoonful of minced garlic (we buy it jarred, it’s our one vegetable laziness), a generous splash of white vinegar, a few drops of Tabasco, some dried basil and oregano, and some salt. When I blended it, it was a lovely pale green with darker green flecks, and had a lovely spicy flavor. It would have been fine simply as green gazpacho. But I had tomatoes that needed to be used, so the two softest tomatoes went in, and the gazpacho turned sort of coral-colored, which is not very appetizing. Luckily it tasted delicious. Two tomatoes, one bell pepper, and one normal-cucumber-equivalent yielded four bowls of the cold soup. For a fancier presentation, reserve some of the cucumber and bell pepper, dice them, and sprinkle some atop the pureed soup in each bowl.
We brought four ears of corn with us to dinner at a friend’s home, and she did somethind delicious with them. First she had us husk them enough to see how the corn was and remove any damaged tips. Then she pulled back the husks and put butter, salt, and herbs directly onto the corn, then pulled the husks back over. She then roasted the ears in her oven for about 25 minutes. It was so much tastier than our usual boil-and-butter! We nibbled cherry tomatoes while waiting for dinner to be ready.
The other six ears of corn went with me on a visit to my grandmother, along with two tomatoes and a salad made of all the lettuce, two very large radishes (sliced thinly into pretty circles), one bell pepper, and all the remaining cherry tomatoes. All of it was very, very well received.
Two of the tomatoes (slighly less, one had a bad spot that got composted instead) and two of the eggplants went into chana masala, an Indian chickpea dish. It doesn’t usually have eggplant, but it should. Lazily, I use MDH boxed spice mix to season it.
The broccoli and tatsoi are bound for a stir-fry with tofu, maybe with the third eggplant. The beet greens will be a side dish by themselves. The beets themselves will wait, the way root vegetables do.
I sent my husband to buy fruit at the midweek farmers market, and he came home with six peaches, six Ginger Gold apples, and four Gravenstein apples. Ginger Gold is a relatively recent hybrid (1989), with respectable Winesap lineage on one side of the cross and a random sapling from Virginia on the other. I’ll need to remember next year that Ginger Gold apples are lovely for eating out-of-hand, delightfully crisp and slightly tart. Gravenstein apples, on the other hand, are an heirloom variety with a flavor that reminds me of apple pie, and a texture that suggests they should be cooked. I plan to make maple syrup baked apples with the remaining Gravensteins, but I’m not sure what to stuff the core with (well, the space where the core is removed before baking) because I have neither raisins nor walnuts on hand.
Happy Labor Day!