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Celebrate local food in NH by participating in NH Eat Local Week! You can find great ideas and keep up with events news, as well as hear how other people are committing to participating here.

Why not organize a local foods potluck in your area?  Or maybe help publicize the event at your favorite farmstand or CSA.

I’m stewing about some plans right now, so I’ll post here about how I plan to take part in this exciting, state-wide event.

Week six?  Are you kidding me?  Hard to believe that we’ve been cooking and eating the fruits of summer for so long already.  In fact, it makes me a little nervous because, other than picking and freezing some strawberries, I haven’t really put anything in the freezer yet.  Oh, the anxiety!

This week’s local meal was enjoyed on our picnic table, inside, what I affectionately refer to as, the circus tent.

This screenhouse with the fabulous orange roof is from my husband’s grandmother’s barn.  When we got our picnic table, we realized that the bugs were just going to be too much, preventing us from enjoying it.  My husband remembered this screenhouse and, voila, the circus tent went up.  And it has been going up for three summers!

This week, on our picnic table, we enjoyed braised beef short ribs on parsleyed red potatoes with a tossed salad (heavy on the tomato!)

And really, that’s a red wine spritzer I have there, part wine, part seltzer.  I’m just saying…

The round up:

  • Short Ribs: Rock Farm
  • Lettuce, carrots, cukes, tomato: Ledgewood Farm
  • Potatoes, butter: Maine
  • Parsley, chives: our yard
  • From away: salt, pepper, spices, wine (although it was from NY - regional?)

Root Beer Flop

I had a great post planned for the middle of this week.  It would be a local root beer float.

Root beer floats are something I crave about twice a year, usually once in July and once in August.  And when I want one, I want a good one.

And this one was going to be great.  Local ice cream, NH-made root beer, what could be better?

Then, two bad things happened.

1.  I bought diet root beer by accident.  Yucky, but not a complete ruin, considering the ice cream might mask some of the blechy taste of the fake sweetener.  But,

2.  I opened the (brand new) quart of ice cream and saw this:

Also not something that ruined the whole thing, but by the time I ate some ice cream and tried it with the diet soda I was not at all enamored of it and couldn’t bring myself to take a photo of the finished product.

Therefore, the local root beer float will have to come sometime in the future.  And oh, believe me, it will (this weekend, perhaps?)   And it will be good, people, it will be good.

OLS Week 5: A Sandwich

Like lots of other folks, our weekend has been filled with family, food and relaxing.  While I’m sure the family part could fill a whole other blog (couldn’t everyone’s?), let’s stay focused, shall we?

I suppose I could have picked the barbeque we had on the fourth itself - fresh tomato & basil bruschetta on bakery bread, Rock Farm steaks, salad with local lettuce, cukes, tomatoes and radishes, and an Asian slaw with tatsoi and pac choi from our first CSA share.  I could have, but, alas, I have no other photos of the day, save the bruschetta, and this one:

Is it weird that sometimes one of my favorite things about entertaining is that afterward, there are usually flowers in the bathroom?  Anyhoo, you can all keep your psych 101 diagnoses to yourselves, thank you!

Moving right along, I could probably have chosen to feature breakfast with lunch lady eggs and local bacon.

Nope.

I’m choosing this meal as my OLS meal this week.  A sandwich:

enjoyed on our boat. Bakery bread, local butter, local lettuce, local tomato and local bacon.

Ahhhhhh.

Monday?  Who said it was almost Monday?

Picnic in the Garden

Last year, I stumbled upon our CSA when I ventured to their farmstand while indulging in my newfound hobby of exploring the region’s farms.  It was the first pickup day, and I heard someone say, “Is it okay if I get my share today, even though I signed up for Monday?” and my ears perked up.  I signed up in about two seconds.

I loved every minute of last summer’s CSA experience, so of course I signed up again.  This year, I took a little bit of money off the cost by committing to work 15 hours in/for the garden.  One of the things I thought might be fun for some of my hours would be helping to find recipes for the weekly brochures.  Well, that morphed into creating and maintaining the blog and message board for the garden.  It’s been a great time and I’m glad I can contribute and enjoy what I’m doing (this is polite talk for: Phew!  No gross bugs and worms, and slugs and ticks and stuff. ).

Anyway…this weekend was the annual CSA potluck, where we got to meet other CSA members and have a tour of the garden in progress.  Much fun and delicious food was had by all.  Not to mention, the sun came out for like four whole hours!

Have you seen a better spot for a picnic?

Folks dug right in (CSA members are not the shy-eater type):

Kids found bug friends:

And we took a tour of the garden:

Everyone was excited about the prospects in this greenhouse (cherrygolds!):

There will be lettuce:

And the garden manager answered all of our questions about soil, pests, and other challenges of running a certified organic garden.

This picture is actually for Tammy.

A good time was had by all, and everyone left with some lettuce and any other orphan plants they might want.  Can’t wait until my first pickup tomorrow!!

Ever have a meal that’s just so good you wish you’d invited someone over for dinner?

Not that we don’t all deserve great meals every day, but sometimes, man, I realize too late that it would have been nice for other folks to see just how kick ass this particular dinner was!

Summer is now in full swing (even though it has rained pretty much every single day for two weeks) and with it, the fresh foods everyone loves about summer: fruit like strawberries and cherries, tomatoes, basil, green things.

This week’s OLS meal was a celebration of all that.  It was a cold, rainy Saturday, so why not pit some cherries

and make a clafouti?

And why not take the time to enjoy a caprese salad with cocktails?

And why not barbeque a split chicken with some barbeque sauce from my alma mater?

And why not enjoy it with fresh-whipped garlic scape potatoes and broccoli?

I don’t know why not!

The round up:

  • Tomatoes, basil, broccoli: Moulton Farm, Meredith, NH
  • Cherries: Carter Hill Orchard, Concord, NH (via Moulton Farm)
  • Flour: King Arthur
  • Eggs: Maplewood Farm, Center Sandwich, NH
  • Milk: Sherman Farm, North Conway, NH
  • Mozarella: Maplebrook Farm, Bennington, VT
  • Chicken: Rock Farm, Wolfeboro, NH
  • Potatoes: Maine
  • Garlic Scapes: Booty Farm, Sandwich, NH
  • From Away: Sugar, olive oil, vinegar, spices, salt, pepper, wine

Next time, we’ll call someone!

One Year of Yankee Food

A year ago today, I started this blog in order to track my adventures as I attempted to eat more locally, without the benefit of my own garden, relying only on farmstands, pick-your-owns, and my CSA.

Throughout the year I’ve joined a CSA, bought meat raised less than 20 miles from here pretty much exclusively, been interviewed by a professor researching the spread of local, sustainable eating, discovered new cookbooks, learned to make jam, can tomatoes and preserve fruits and veggies, and really enjoyed cooking.

I have learned that I am not at all like the average, busy, cash-strapped grocery shopper/cook. I enjoy shopping for food, discovering new veggies and meeting the producers. I have time, particularly in the summer, to plan ahead and preserve summer’s harvest. I’ve made cheese, rendered lard and produced maple syrup. I am fortunate and I wish more people could be.

One of the best parts of Yankee Food is that I’ve met great people through their blogs. I’ve learned from them and enjoyed taking part in challenges that keep me motivated in the summer and in the winter.  I thank all of the people who have stopped by and commented, or even those of you who are lurkers.  I remember how excited I was when my stat counter read 5!  You readers are what make this an interesting, fulfilling hobby.

I’ve even done some posting about things other than food, but things that are indigenous to New Hampshire.

People find Yankee Food by searching for things like “greek yogurt” and “frozen turkeys,” but the weirdest search term has to be the person looking for “how people eat/cook other people.” Hmmmm..

My top posts?

Interestingly, my most viewed post is not a food post at all. Go with your gut…, is a post about my dog, Lamprey in the early stages of his, eventually fatal, skin disease. I’m convinced that, although still relatively rare, chemical- or environmentally-induced diseases in dogs are an unrecognized threat.

The second most viewed post here is about freezing peppers. Apparently, lots of folks want to preserve those peppers - good for you!

Kinder, gentler, locavores rounds out the top three. This pretty much outlines my own views about how we can move more people toward more sustainable eating.

What did we have for dinner for Yankee Food’s one year celebration? A meal that I think really sums up how we eat around here: put as much local stuff in a meal as possible, but recognize that there are some ingredients that you simply can’t get local, or that are in the pantry and need to be used up.

Pesto pizza and salad:

The crust was homemade (thanks, Deborah Madison!) and contained King Arthur Flour, the toppings were a jar of pesto from the pantry (from Stonewall Kitchen, a Maine company), local hothouse tomatoes (YUM!) and regionally local cheese. I had some pinenuts left from toasting them for a salad the other night, so they went on top. The salad was all local - lettuce, cucumbers and tomatoes. The dressing? Not so much.

Some people are probably tired of hearing me say it

but I don’t think we’re going to change things by being fanatical. Really, if you can buy it locally, you probably ought to. If you can’t, make the best choice (organic, sustainable, fair-trade, etc.) that you can.

Oh, and enjoy it for crying out loud- it’s food, people!

OLS ‘08: Week 3

We ate a lot of local foods this week: beef tips, tomato sauce with sweet italian sausage, yummy local lettuce.  Only one meal was mostly all local, though, and even that had a major element that, while from within 100 miles of me, is not exactly sustainable: farmed salmon.  Ugh.  Perhaps the greenhouse-fresh cucumbers and zucchini and the fabulous strawberry shortcake we had for dessert make up for it this time around.  It was pretty much summer on a plate for this meal.

Grilled salmon, grilled zucchini and cucumber salad:

Fresh strawberry shortcake with homemade shortcakes and freshly-whipped local cream (washed out photo since it had gotten dark by dessert time):

I even had a warmed up shortcake with Kate’s Butter and some berries for breakfast, along with a couple slices of local bacon, which weren’t ready when I took the photo:

The roundup:

  • Atlantic, farmed salmon: Coast of NH
  • Zucchini, cucumbers, strawberries: Ledgewood Farm (veggies from the greenhouse), 4 miles
  • Flour: King Arthur, 70 miles
  • Butter: Kate’s, 78 miles
  • Cream: Sherman Farm
  • Salt, pepper, baking powder, oil, teriyaki sauce: From Away

More wildlife…

There’s a nest of phoebes under the eaves of our car/boat port.

There are five babies in there.  Here are three of them:

And here’s the back of the one on top in the above photo, and the other two babies.

We’re worried about the top guy falling out!

Bear Feeders

As soon as the snow starts melting, we have to start bringing in our birdfeeders, otherwise the neighborhood bears will be happy to use them as hors d’oeuvre trays. We usually bring them in when it gets dark, before heading to bed.

This weekend, my husband put the feeders back out when he got up, around 6:00a.m. However, Mr. (or Ms.) Bear was still up, and around 7:00a.m. stopped by for a breakfast snack, and he ended up scaring her off by slamming the porch door and yelling. The cat, siting on the porch, taking in the morning air, was only slightly put out by the whole thing.

Apparently, the word about our bear bistro has gotten out. Tonight, while were eating dinner, while still light and before 7:00p.m., two bears, perhaps year old siblings, stopped by. One of them ran away quickly when we yelled at him, but the other was much more persistent. We realized as we half-heartedly shooed him away while I took pictures, the his front foot was hurt, maybe broken. He seemed healthy otherwise, though, and we have hope that he’ll find a way to survive and thrive, just maybe not on a diet solely of bird seed.

He laid right down with the feeder and wasn’t really fazed at all by my yelling:

Then my husband tossed his coffee cup toward him, hoping it would startle him:

He kind of loped away when we added shoes to the arsenal, but then changed his mind and came back for more:

:

Or, maybe just to make sure the shoe wasn’t edible:

He decided it wasn’t, and went back to the feeder:

I guess he finally got annoyed enough with the door slamming and yelling and he kind of shuffled away.

Good luck bear!


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