Sproing!

Posted on May 28, 2008 by cmf

It’s a little hard to see in this photo — but two weeks ago, when I was making a cake for a party, my KitchenAid beater sprung a sproing! It broke! Now, to be fair, this beater is at least 35 years old (I’ve written before about my heirloom KitchenAid), and thanks to the miracle of Amazon I have a replacement beater, but it seemed that a breakdown after all this time was something worth commemorating.

And I’m really hoping that I’m just imagining that my elderly KitchenAid is beginning to sound a little sluggish. Since there’s no one left on earth who fixes things anymore, and I’d be heartbroken to have to replace it …

Pickled Oyster Mushrooms

Posted on May 27, 2008 by cmf

Here they are — the first preserves of the season — pickled oyster mushrooms (just writing that makes me feel like someone in a Tolstoy novel — they’re always eating pickled mushrooms in Tolstoy).

It’s been unremittingly cold and rainy, which is terrible for just about everything except the oyster mushrooms. While I only found a handful of morels this weekend, I found probably 20 pounds of oysters — the small and tender ones I sauteed in lots of butter, some garlic, thyme and a little alleppo pepper, then finished with some wine and cream. Then I froze them in batches. Although they are pretty delicious, even a piggy girl like me couldn’t eat all those mushrooms in cream at one time. I also have to say that cooking with real, unpasteurized cream that does not contain any additives like carageenen is a revelatory experience. A cream sauce made with this magical substance does not get gummy, but rather, unctuous.

So, mushrooms in cream sauce aside, I had a number of enormous oyster mushrooms to deal with — the big ones tend to get woody, and I don’t love them sauteed. Last year, my beloved stepmother gave me The Complete Mushroom Book, which is where I got this recipe. You clean and slice the mushrooms, then boil them for 8 minutes in salted water. Meanwhile, you make a brine from vinegar, an onion quartered, some garlic, thyme, bay leaves, a little salt and I threw in a dried hot pepper from last summer’s garden. You simmer that for 15 minutes. When the mushrooms have cooked, you drain them, add them to the brine, and cook for another 5 minutes. Then pack into sterilized jars.

The original recipe says you can store them just like that, but I also processed them in a hot water bath for about 15 minutes (we lost the power part way through, so it might have been a little longer). They’re pretty vinegary, so they taste best when you take them out of the brine, and let them marinate in some nice olive oil for a little while before serving.

I did a batch last spring as an experiment, and I liked them so well that I was thrilled to find so many ginormous oyster mushrooms this spring. They’re delicious, and a little odd, and sort of out of the ordinary. Good hostess presents (for people who aren’t freaked out by wild mushrooms).

Stumpy Dog

Posted on May 23, 2008 by cmf

Here’s my boy, back from getting his scary apparatus removed. He has a slick little lightweight cast and he’s stumping around like a champ. Poor guy, I didn’t realize those pins went all the way through his leg bones! The vet wanted to give me the pins as a souvenir but I passed — he was pretty sore that first night after they took the apparatus off, but he bounced right back.
Yesterday my local vet cut it off to change the bandages underneath and as we were lying on the couch watching dopey TV, I realized that the cotton batting had gotten wet in the torrential rains we’re having these past few days. Last time Owen got wet in a splint, his foot swelled up to twice it’s normal size and he got that bad toe rash. So, while we watched a little TV I had to blow dry the foot end of his cast — it took a while and although he fussed at first, eventually he wound up lying back with his eyes nearly closed, dozing as his foot dried out. So today he had to wear a bag on his foot, which made him very surly.

Flood Season in a Dry Ecology

Posted on May 22, 2008 by cmf

When I first read Encounters with the Archdruid as an undergraduate doing summer field biology work in the Boundary Waters of Minnesota, I couldn’t begin to fathom how Floyd Dominy and his generation thought that the best thing to do with a river was to dam it. I was young, for one thing, but I was also living in a very watery landscape — travelling by canoe from lake to lake, often camping in weather like we’re having today in Montana — 45 degrees and rain. Drought wasn’t something I understood growing up in the Midwest.

One year when I flew home to Chicago, I realized I’d become a real Westerner when I looked out the window and was astonished that there was still water in the rivers. Then I remembered that in the midwest, rivers don’t disappear in the late summer. Rivers and lakes, while they might flood a little in the spring, pretty much remain stable all year round.

And while I still feel that the Glen Canyon Dam is a blight upon the earth, a sin against nature, after twenty years in the west, after twenty years in an area where seasonal drought is the norm, I have a different understanding of the issue. I have to admit, as I stood on the bank at the dog park this morning watching all that water go by, water that we could really use later in the summer when it hasn’t rained in weeks and when everything gets crunchy, for the first time, I could see how that generation thought dams were a good idea. They were a practical bunch. They’d seen science and industry change things for the better — the introduction of antibiotics must have been miraculous in a world where children regularly died from infections.

I wouldn’t ever want to dam the Yellowstone. I love that it is the longest undammed river in the lower 48. And I love the spring flood — while most of the big trees went past days ago (there’s a sight — enormous dead cottonwoods flying downstream), there is still an enormous volume of water flowing past. The river’s been bumping up against the flood level of 8.5 feet all week. All I’m saying is that I can see why dams seemed like a good idea at the time to a lot of people trying to scratch a living from a very dry part of the country.

Spring Herbs

Posted on May 20, 2008 by cmf

I’ve written before about the egg-scallion-tortilla thing I love for breakfast — all winter I have to make do with store scallions. They’re fine. Sometimes I add my own frozen blanched greens. But it’s hard — one of the things I hate most about winter.

But now it’s spring! And although it’s been a long time coming, there are finally things coming up in the garden. This morning, my breakfast omelette/tortilla contained a green onion (from the garden), a handful of wild arugula, a big sprig of lovage, some parsley and a handful of chives.

This is the thing about having a garden that I love — this isn’t one of those recipes that would make any sense if you found it in a cookbook — who would buy that collection of things? And lovage? where does one even get lovage if you aren’t growing it yourself? I’d never had lovage before — it’s slightly odd, kind of like a leafy celery. The wild arugula is another surprise — it’s terrific as a ground cover — grows like wild and self sows.

It’s my favorite thing about the garden — wandering outside with my scissors, looking to see what might be yummy …

The First Morels …

Posted on May 19, 2008 by cmf

I keep hearing the headline in my head to the tune of “The First Noel” — but here they are, the first morels of the season. It got hot here this weekend — into the eighties — and after our long cold wet spring, I just knew there must be mushrooms out there. These “yellow” ones show up in woodsy copses along the river, then later, the black ones emerge in the mountains. I didn’t find very many yesterday — this is maybe a pound or a pound and a half — but I only hit one spot. Ray and I had a lovely little morning looking for mushrooms — I poked around, doing the mushroom-hunt-Very-Slow-Hike while Ray hunted bunnies and doves. He’s gotten to be such a good boy — he’d disappear for a few minutes, then come circling back when I called. All in all a nice morning, and a little dinner of reheated chicken and rice with a morel cream sauce (cream from my lovely gallon of local milk) was quite delicious.

Dog Walk Sutra

Posted on May 16, 2008 by cmf

Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva,
doing deep prajna paramita,
Clearly saw emptiness of all five skandhas,

Ray! What are you doing? Get over here!
Thus completely relieving misfortune and pain.
O Shariputra, form is no other than emptiness,
Emptiness no other than form;
Form is exactly emptiness, emptiness exactly form.
Sensation, conception, discrimination, awareness,
Are likewise like this.

Whoa! What are you doing? You’re not allowed in the street.
O Shariputra, all dharmas are forms of emptiness,
Not born, not destroyed,
Not stained, not pure,
Without loss, without gain.
So, in emptiness there is no form,
No sensation, conception, discrimination, awareness,
No eye, ear, nose, tongue, body, mind,
No color, sound, smell, taste, touch, phenomena,
No realm of sight, no realm of consciousness,

Come on Ray — out of there — don’t eat catshit!
No ignorance and no end to ignorance,
No old age and death, and no end to old age and death,
No suffering, no cause of suffering,
no extinguishing,
no path,
No wisdom and no gain.
No gain and thus the bodhisattva lives prajna paramita
With no hindrance in the mind
No hindrance, thus no fear.

Come on lovie. This way.
Far beyond deluded thoughts, this is nirvana.
All past, present, and future Buddhas live prajna paramita
And therefore attain anuttara-samyak-sambohdi.
Therefore know prajna paramita is the great mantra,
The vivid mantra, the best mantra,
The unsurpassable mantra.
It completely clears all pain—this is the truth, not a lie.
So set forth the prajna paramita mantra.
Set forth this mantra and say:
Gate! Gate! Paragate! Parasamgate!
Bohdi svaha! Prajna Heart Sutra!

Up Ray, through the gate. Good boy. Want a cookie?

(with apologies to Gary Snyder, whose translation this is.)

Scarecrow!

Posted on May 15, 2008 by cmf

So, ever since my ancient calico cat, Patsy, went off to the great beyond I’ve been plagued by neighborhood cats who think my nicely turned and raked raised beds are big litter boxes. Ugh.

Last year I tried cayenne sprinkled on the beds, and finally resorted to draping them all in tree netting. Which was fine, but as the plants grew up through it, it became a pain in the neck.

So this year, I went for more drastic measures. I ordered this fabulous sprinkler scarecrow from Amazon. You hook it up to the hose, and set the sensitivity level, and if anything comes near it it explodes with a blast of tat-tat-tat water and noise. The first night, clearly, I set it up facing the wrong direction and didn’t make it sensitive enough, because the next morning there was a gross horrible disgusting pile of catshit in one of the beds. So I moved it to face the back of the property, toward the alley from which the cat clearly enters my yard, and yesterday morning there were tracks, then a divot where the cat fled, but no cat crap. And this morning — nothing! Pristine garden beds with tiny seedlings growing in them. I love my sprinkler scarecrow!(Apparently they’re also pretty successful for folks who have deer issues.)

The next use for this fabulous device is going to be as a dog training aid — Raymond and George next door have an annoying game they play where they indulge in Very Fierce Barking through the gap in the fence. I think little motion-detector water should solve that, as well as the issue we have when I’m having a peaceful glass of wine on my front porch in the evening, and Raymond thinks he needs to rush back and forth along the picket fence barking at anyone who passes by — like I said. I love my sprinkler scarecrow.

Culinate

Posted on May 14, 2008 by cmf

My latest piece is up over at Culinate. Go take a look!

And Michael Ruhlman has an interesting post about chefs and farmers that contains a whole bunch of links to a number of interesting pieces that have been floating around the blogosphere lately.

Lamb!

Posted on May 13, 2008 by cmf

I just had a terrific little visit with Barb Marshall of CrazyWoman Farm. She brought me 18 pounds of lamb — about half a lamb — a nice big bag that included a whole leg, a whole shoulder, a bunch of chops, some kebab meat and some ground lamb. She delivered even, all for six bucks a pound. And she’s really cool — we had a nice little chat about my urban farming — turns out she used to live on the next block over.

It’s one of the things I really love about living in this particular rural place. I know how lucky I am — not only do we have a lot of ranchers, but we have small slaughterhouses and organizations like the Corporation for the Northern Rockies helping farmers and ranchers market their stuff.

So, looks like lamb chops on the grill tonight — yum! And time to start thinking about a party — goodness knows I can’t eat a leg all by myself …

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