What a weekend.

We had dear friends come up to visit us from Birmingham for the weekend, so Friday, Julie & I went up to Monticello while the guys did the river thing (Pat has to spend a good deal of time on the river for his job).  As many times as I’ve been up to Monticello and done the tour, I still learned something new.  And I always enjoy a good stroll through the gardens.  The row of chives in bloom is beautiful, don’t you think?

Our annual family Cinco de Mayo bash was Saturday.  What started out as an excuse to have friends over for margaritas has morfed into a huge fest, complete with entertainment for the kiddos in the form of a pinata.  We went through 13 gallons of watermelon margaritas.  I made them in 5 gallon batches in a cooler and just refilled Granny’s punch bowl from there.  There’s also a punchbowl of lemonade for the kids – we went through 4 gallons of that.  And someone showed up with Sangria and so we had a third punchbowl for those.  Yes, I own three punchbowls.  They come in handy.
Edie invites all her friends from school and their parents (and siblings), we invite all the neighbors within earshot (just to be polite), plus any friends outside of that circle we’ve made over the years.  You’re never really sure who’s going to show up from year to year and it’s always a good time.  We added the pinata a few years ago, per Edie’s request.  That kid really has really tried to take over the thing.  At this point, we are starting to realize it won’t be our party again until she goes to college.  And she may very well come home for it with our luck.  After last year’s epic pinata fail (a pair of 4 year old twins took it out, a one-two punch), our friend Eddie made a ‘stronger’ one this year, in the form of a disco ball.  Despite his best efforts,  it only made it in through maybe 1/3 of the kids, if that.  We have ALOT of kids.  We have more under 10 crashers than over 21 crashers.  (We get both).  The kids started lining themselves up 10 minutes before the appointed pinata time as stated on the invitation.  It may not have helped that the stick Pat grabbed for them to bash the pinata with was one of my garden stakes and had a pointed end.  A few used it as a spear and made a few good rips in it before someone took it down altogether.  (Adults drinking copious amounts of tequila and children fighting for sugar are just destined for a good time and a few tears.) Not everyone got candy that fought for it, so we are once again having the ‘what to do about the pinata next year’ conversation.  Do we have two?  Do we just have extra candy on hand for everyone?  (Probably the latter.  Not sure we could take the excitement of a DOUBLE pinata party.)
As if being epic in size isn’t enough for us, the party goes all afternoon and into the night.  It has started tapering off earlier than it used to, but it still lasted until past midnight. At one point it started raining and the party was still well over 50 guests. It is a bash.  As it gets dark, it becomes bonfire time, complete with smores for the kids.  By that point, it’s down to just the folks who can crawl home.  Since we had more friends drive in from out of town for the day of, we ended up with a houseful of overnight guests, which came in handy for clean up the next morning. Although, for a party the size of ours, clean up is relatively easy.  It takes Pat & I a little over an hour to really get everything but the big event tent down. 
Wow, we sound like a circus, don’t we? 

I was given passes to the Montpelier Wine Festival, so Sunday, we had a lovely drive through the Virginia countryside to yet another Presidential home for a picturesque afternoon.  My editor, Rowena, from In The Kitchen Magazine gave them to me, and as her newest wine writer, I really felt I should go.  There was some great wine and that day is a whole blog post in itself.  I snapped that shot above out of the sunroof as we were leaving by some sweet little road.  How gorgeous is that?!?!?

All in all, it was a wonderful weekend.  Lots of good food, good booze, good friends, good times and a wonderful handmade gift from my girl for Mother’s Day.  You really couldn’t ask for more.

This and That.

Check out my column, Beneath the Cork, in this month’s In The Kitchen.  Be sure to check out the rest of the issue as well. 

Thanks for all the supportive comments and emails following my last post.  Having worked part time since Edie was born, every time I hear the phrase ‘budget cuts’, I’m pretty sure what’s about to come.  The part timer is always the first to go.   It hasn’t fully sunk in yet, as I’m still working, tying up loose ends.  It will no doubt, kick in, that first Monday morning I put Edie on the bus and then don’t have to rush off anywhere. 

My first project, hopefully, is to fix up Brian’s chicken house so we can install some new residents.  It’s been a while since we had some chickens around here and we’ve missed them.  For now though, we have our big party this weekend, so I’m off to do all the last minute things involved in that.  Edie came home yesterday saying her spanish teacher has heard about our little soiree and she’s not sure how she feels about that.  I told her that’s just life in a small town, where everyone knows everyone and she’d better get used to it.  Of course, this is the same kid who talked another teacher into making her one of his key lime pies and dropping it off for her yesterday, just because.

Man she’s got a sweet life, doesn’t she?

May is a minefield.

Life changing events, both good and bad, seem to happen to me the month of May. We got married in May, found out we were expecting what turned out to be Edie, I lost my father and my best friend in the month of May. 
This one is no different.  Already the idea that I’ll remain unscathed is gone.  Due to a immediate cut in funding to the agency that employs me, as a result of the Federal Budget that recently passed, I lost my job today. 
For now, this means that instead of figuring out what to do with Edie all summer, I’ll be spending that time with her and enjoying it.  I’ll work in my garden, hang out at the pool, visit with family, work on the cookbook I’ve been writing, and maybe even clean my house.  I feel good about this actually, like there is some really great opportunity about to come knocking.  Which is good, because I’d really rather it not come down to having to clean the house.

Gardening Hits & Misses.

On the very right in the black plastic tray are the tomato seeds I started March 1.  Pretty small and sad looking plants if I do say so myself. On the very left are the so-tall-they-need-to-be-supported tomato plants I bought at the farmer’s market yesterday morning, also started March 1. 

Clearly, I need a greenhouse.  At the very least, I need to spend some time reading about starting my own seeds if I’m going to do it again. 

On the plus side, they came up.  So, that’s a success.  They just didn’t do much.  They were in the sunroom, but when they sprouted and then sat there, I got concerned they weren’t getting enough light, so I carried the tray out to the garden, where they have sat and done nothing for a few weeks now.  I have a friend who had the same experience, so it was slightly comforting to hear she had the same luck I did.  I keep telling myself, at least they came up.  A good many of the seeds I harvested myself from plants I grew or outstanding tomatoes I bought at the farmers market that made such a good sandwich, I saved the seeds from the heel of the tomato, so I count being able to harvest my own seeds a success as well.

The tomatoes inbetween the stunted and the leggy are the ones I bought at Southern States.  Once again, I got myself an Early Girl, because I really, really like being able to pick tomatoes in June and early July.  I am a girl of very little patience.

I also attempted to start some pepper plants, and only had one of them pop up.  Yesterday though, as I started setting pots where they were going to go into the ground, I noticed the Serrano seeds had finally sprouted and this morning I noticed they put out more leaves!  I had received those seeds from a friend last spring and put them in the ground about this time last year and had limited success with them, for various reasons, but mostly because I thought they went in late.  This year, I’m right back where I started from with them last year, but I intend to show them much more attention and see where that gets me.  At the very least, I hope to get at least one pepper for me to harvest the seeds and try again next year. 

In the background of that photo are my bolting broccoli rabe plants.  I’ve never grown them before, can’t say we’ve eaten them either, but thought I’d give them a whirl.  I plan on yanking them in the next few days and I’ll let you know how we like them.  Currently they are taking up the space usually dedicated to my pole beans and certain members of the household cannot believe it’s May 1 and I don’t have my beans in the ground yet.  Nevermind that we have a chance of frost for a few more weeks….

All together, I think I have 8 different types of tomatoes planted this year.  I went ahead and stuck my tiny sprouts in the ground anyway, we’ll see how they fare.  I have a black cherry tomato, a German cherry tomato, my Early Girl, some Bigger Boys, Mr. Stripey, Green Zebra, Mortgage lifter, and the mystery awesome sandwich tomato (which I sense may be a mortgage lifter, but we’ll have to see what they do before we can make any determination).  In addition to the Serrano pepper, I planted an Anaheim, a hot pepper who’s name escapes me right now (and since it’s raining, I’m not running out there to check) and a pimento pepper.  How awesome is it going to be to have pimento cheese with my own peppers?!?! 

I’m a total food gardening geek I am.

While we’re on hits and misses,  my volunteer strawberry patch isn’t faring as well as I’d thought it was.  As I feared, a good portion of it didn’t make it through last summer’s drought and neglect on my part.  It was also over run by wild strawberries, so it’s not quite as big as I thought it was.  But it’s still there.  The volunteer patch under the compost bin seems to be happy and expanding though.

And I seem to have what appears to be a spider mite on my mint and it’s quickly moving to the black eye susans, newly planted sage and my rosemary.  Must do something about that this week.

That’s the all gardening news around here.

Current Happy List

Things that are currently making me happy:

  • The front porch smelling like lily of the valley, thanks to the blooming patch next to it. 
  • Noticing what’s grown and what’s bloomed since my morning garden walk during my afternoon garden walk (and vice versa).
  • Being able to grab fresh greens and fresh herbs out of the garden every night for dinner.
  • Running out and grabbing a few pieces of lettuce for sandwiches as I pack lunches in the morning.
  • Baby peaches, cherries, strawberries and blueberries on their various plants and trees.  Now to get them before the critters…..
  • Impromptu happy hours with neighbors and getting to know new (to us) ones.
  • Continuing traditions with old neighbors.
  • That golden glow in the afternoons.
  • Leaves on the trees that sprung out during the rain the other night.
  • The fact that every weekend I have a 3 day weekend.
  • Every plant species in the front left bed under Edie’s window is blooming at once.  Creeping phlox, wild geraniums, may apples, trillium and lily of the valley.  It’s divine.
  • The ‘side of the road’ garden that I’ve been working on for a good 8 years is finally coming together.  It started as a ‘5 year plan’ that turned into a ’10 year plan’ and has been a true lesson in patience. 
  • Several friends cleaning out their closets, resulting in new clothes and new shoes (!) for me!
  • Local asparagus is in at Reid’s Market.
  • Our family and friends in Alabama made it through the storms intact.
  • Despite starting the week feeling slightly overwhelmed by my to-do list and wondering if I could make it all happen, I did indeed do so and still found time to relax about it. I am learning to just let it go.  What a great feeling.  I should have figured this out years ago.

 Happy Weekend Everyone!

Traditions, with a side of arugula.

Easter Sunday was an absolutely beautifully perfect Virginia spring day.   The light this time of year is just golden.  Divine.  Breathtaking.  I cannot soak enough of it up.  Throw in all the blooming dogwoods and azaleas everywhere….it’s just beyond words.  I love spring in Virginia. 
We have a Christmas tradition where we invite over anyone we’ve ever met that we discover will be spending the holiday alone.  Edie, ever the thoughtful little elf, decided we should apply it to all holidays.  So while she was making Easter greeting cards for friends and neighbors, she happened to decide to invite a new neighbor to dinner. 
She broke it to us by telling her father I had decided to do this.  I think she had run it by me in the car on the way somewhere when I was distracted, so I signed off on it, but it was definitely her idea.  Which I pointed out when she told her father what I had supposedly done. 
Not a big deal really, I actually love that she is so thoughtful and generous.  And the ask permission by trying to tell her father it was my idea?  Well, she comes by that quite honestly. 
Despite our tradition of having guests to Christmas dinner, we’ve never really settled on a traditional menu, one that we serve year after year.  It’s always an experiment.  Easter however, is a different story.  Our one tradition (besides the Easter Bunny leaving a trail of eggs all over the house) is our meal.  We’ve had it for a good many years now and it’s always spot on.  Pesto-encrusted salmon, parsleyed red potatoes, salad and roasted asparagus.
This year’s pesto was made with the abundance of arugula.  If you’ve never made pesto with arugula, you really should try it.  It’s become our favorite pesto and we love us some pestos here.   It went paired wonderfully with the salmon.  Try it for yourself.

Arugula Pesto
2 cups arugula leaves, chopped
2 cloves garlic, minced
1/4 cup parmesean cheese
1/3 cup (or more if needed) olive oil*
1/4 cup pine nuts or walnuts, chopped
Pinch of salt
Blend all ingredients until smooth.
Pesto Encrusted Salmon
Oil a baking dish or cookie sheet. 
Place a filet of wild salmon in it and pour about a 1/4 cup liquid (wine or broth) over it.
Coat your fish with a nice layer of pesto and then stick under the broiler for 8-10 minutes, rotating halfway through, until the pesto has a nice, brownish-blackish crust.
Serve.

More with the arugula.

I always have arugula growing.  I throw new seeds in the ground every few weeks or so, so I always have fresh, new arugula.  Of course, I also have a tendency to let it bolt and go to seed so that I can have more to plant. 
I pulled out all the arugula that was bolting the other day, washed it and prepped it to be ready to use.  I made that yummy pasta with it the other night, which didn’t really make a dent in what I had.   I made some mini-pizzas for dinner and gave some away and am still left with a solid bag full, which will probably become pesto.
I made a nice white sauce to go on the pizza’s – butter, flour, cream, garlic.  I kept it light on the cheese.  I had muenster, swiss and some parmesan on hand, so that’s what’s on there.  I also chopped some black olives and threw them on top as well.  So good.
I finally found a dough recipe I can whip up in afternoon and have ready to go.  I got it from a friend and it’s out of one her cookbooks, I’m not sure which one.  It’s pretty simple and works well.  This batch was really good – the directions say to let it rise for an hour, but I was working in the yard and it rose for much longer than that.  I also let it go a little bit longer in the kneading process, as I made it in my kitchenaid with the hook and wasn’t really paying attention to how long I left it in there.  Turns out it worked better that way. I love when that happens, don’t you?

First dinner from the garden.

And it tasted good. 
I thinned my baby greens and radishes and after cleaning the dirt off, tossed them together in a salad.  I made buttermilk ranch dressing with fresh herbs and the combination was divine.
The pasta was this riducously easy recipe for Pasta with Tuna, Arugula and Hot Pepper.  So quick, easy and yummy. (Yes Kristin, even you could make this.)
Here’s my recipe for buttermilk ranch dressing.  I highly recommend fresh herbs.  It takes it to the next level.  And if you eat this, you’ll never eat that jarred stuff again.
Becky’s Buttermilk Ranch Dressing
1/2 cup Buttermilk
1/2 cup Mayo
Salt, pepper & garlic powder to taste
Chopped fresh herbs to taste*
Combine and serve.
*I use practically every herb in my garden. Rosemary, parsley, sage, oregano, thyme and chives.  If I have fresh basil I use that as well.  Sometimes I even throw in a touch of dill.

Corn Dogs and Funnel Cake.

 Edie & I walked over to the Dogwood Festival for dinner last night.

Corn dogs and funnel cake. 
Our favorites.

 Corn Dog Happy.
 Funnel Cake Happy.
 Turns out Edie wasn’t trying to capture my happy.  Just the fact that I was covered in powdered sugar. (And apparently have a brand new zit erupting on my chin.)
 I really thought she was trying to take a nice picture of my whole face, not just my chin. She made a big deal about getting ‘a good shot’.  I didn’t realize what that meant until I uploaded these.  Clearly this was a moment she wanted to capture.

Loss of a local landmark.

The other night at a most enjoyable wedding, our friend William introduced me to a table full of strangers who’s dinner table we crashed, as a blogger.  Thanks William, you made me sound  interesting and I was most flattered by that. And it was good to discover you are a regular reader. Actually, I may have thought that was the coolest part.

Sunday we drove up to Harrisonburg and helped a friend with his garden. It was yet another grey, chilly morning here, but as soon as we drove over the Blue Ridge, the sun popped out and it turned out to be quite the glorious day. Said friend bought this house from gardeners last year and is still learning what’s what. We thinned some things, I left strict instructions as to what to touch and what not to touch (Like ‘the weeds’ under the porch, which is actually a completely sweet columbine I’ve never seen before!) and the peonies that I want a tiny cutting from, but I have to wait until fall (which apparently is when you split and plant them)

  And I got some of this:

 Anything that resembles a daisy, I’m a sucker for.  And I think I grabbed some pink verbena.  I know I grabbed it from around this plant, which I think is Bloody Sorrel.   (I took these last year trying to help him figure out what’s what) so hopefully I got the pink and not the yellow.  He’s got both, so we’ll see what blooms.  I plan on getting a cutting of those pink peonies (I LOVE peonies!) and I should remember to get some of that Sorrel.  Darn rabbits ate all mine.

Pat thinned out the strawberry patch and I brought home the ‘waste’ and used it to square up my volunteer strawberry patch.

Really, it is squared now.  You just can’t see it quite yet.  It is laid out in a more linear, thought about pattern.  Sort of.
My volunteer strawberry patch is smack dab in the center of my garden.  I bought one of those fancy looking strawberry pots and I moved it around my vegetable garden.  Well, some runners jumped and attached themselves.  I couldn’t bring myself to pull out perfectly good strawberry plants and the next year they gave out enough berries for all three of us to have fresh berries with breakfast for a solid month, so I really couldn’t yank them, now could I?  So, now I’ve added to them….I keep saying I’m going to build a new strawberry patch and I really mean to do it, one of these days….maybe next year?   It involves terracing the hill next to the house covered with the sort of grass that never dies, no matter what and we can’t decide on what building material to use, actually, we really like the idea of rock walls, only I really should pay someone to do it right and if we put the garden on the list of things we pay other people to do….well,  there’s a few more important things on that list, so it might be awhile.  Unless of course, I get the gumption to just figure it out myself.
Next year.
I’ve been saying that since we bought the house, almost 12 years ago. 
Anyway.  
There is my early April garden.  That green spot smack dab in the middle is my strawberry patch.  It takes valuable tomato real estate, which is why I really need to get motivated…
And behind that is Pat’s work rig.  And that will be the last picture I have of that thing in the background of one of my garden pictures.  As of tomorrow, we will no longer be ‘the people by Greenleaf Park with all the canoes’.  He’s changing jobs.  He’s going to be the new Upper James RiverKeeper for the James River Association.  Pretty exciting stuff.  His job for the Bay Foundation brought us here 14 years ago this September.  For almost 12 years, we’ve been known as the canoe people by Greenleaf Park.  I’ve overheard it referenced in conversations, I’ve given directions to people and told them our house is the one with the canoes and they always exclaim “I know exactly where you live!”  or “I’ve always wondered about those canoes!”.  After tomorrow, they will disappear and no doubt people that don’t know us will wonder what happened to them.
We’ll get a new boat or two, but it won’t be the same as a big rig of canoes that people stop and ask about.
Although I won’t miss that thing being parked in a spot by the road where it’s blocking the sunlight to my garden.