Adventures in Preserves and Pizza.

I recently cracked open a jar of that pickled eggplant.  As part of the ongoing series of canning classes I’ve been teaching, I’d been asked if I could please lead another pickling class because ‘pickling is fun’.  Indeed it is.  I knew I could still get eggplant, so I figured I should actually sample the pickles before making them again.  Served on some nice baguette with feta cheese and a drizzle of olive oil, pickled eggplant is a lovely antipasti. Continue reading

Scenes from a weekend.

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Adventures in Forgotten Heirloom Melon Preservation.

My last post was on the gift of a citron melon.  I had cut into it to determine exactly what it was, so the clock was ticking in terms of me figuring out exactly what I was going to do with it.  Uncut, the melon would have lasted months properly stored – similar to winter squash – but because I had cut into it, I needed to use it up and quickly.

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Green Tomato Pickles

Outside of my family, my friend Mollie is the biggest guinea pig for my culinary experiments, especially of the canned and pickled variety.  So when she declares that Green Tomato Pickles are hands down, my best pickle, she would know.  It wasn’t until this past summer when she asked for the recipe and started asking questions about the one I handed her that I realized I had sort of made up my own recipe for them.  I know, I’m slow on the draw about that, as this is not the first time I’ve realized I’ve made up a recipe unintentionally, after the fact.  I promised Mollie I’d get the recipe to her, so here it is.

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Sentimental Gardening

My cousin Henry, like myself, was a bit of a sentimental gardener.  I remember sitting on his back porch one day, noticing a pot of variegated sedum.  When I questioned him about it, he said it came from our Granny’s yard, did I want some?  I think I left it behind that visit, but I finally did grab it on a later one.  When I couldn’t get the sedum to take in my yard, I grabbed another specimen.  That one didn’t make it either.  When he moved into the house with Julie, I once again asked about the sedum.  He pointed to a pot in a corner of the yard, telling me he hadn’t put it in the dirt yet, but I could have some and could I please make an effort to not kill it this time?

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