An Exotic Weekend Dinner: Ethiopian Food

I am one of those people that’s always seeking the newest, latest, most different. I tend to get bored with tasks, activities and even meals pretty soon after starting. Call it a little ADD, but it’s more like “what am I missing by not trying something new?”

Cooking plays a big part of feeding my desire to try something new almost every day. And last week trying my hand at homemade Ethiopian food was the way to do it.

Homemade Ethiopian foodI found the two recipes I made to be incredibly easy to make, Doro Wett (a chicken stew) and Fossolia (a stewed green bean and carrot dish). The chicken dish came together just like any other dutch-oven chicken braise and the green bean dish was also a snap. BOth could be done in one pot each. Love that simplicity! The reciopes were somewhat time-consuming (I was cooking for at least an hour and a half) but the whole process was surprisingly fluid, and I was able to improvise any ingredients I didn’t have on hand.

The desire to make Ethiopian food began by the serendipitous finding of Injera bread at my local specialty store. If you’ve never had it, it’s delightfully sour like sourdough bread, but has the bubbly texture of a crumpet and the flatness of a crepe. It’s amazing.

If you come across Injera in your local store, or feel in the mood to whip some up yourself, I highly recommend these two Ethiopian dishes to serve alongside. And don’t forget to use the Injera as your “plate” – it soaks up all of the delicious juices of your cooking!

Doro Wett (Ethiopian Chicken Stew)

Makes 6 servings. Recipe by Marcus Samuelsson.

  • 2 medium red onions, diced
  • Salt
  • 1/4 cup Spiced Butter (or 4 tablespoons (1/2 stick) unsalted butter, divided
  • 1/4 teaspoon ground cardamom, preferably freshly ground
  • 1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
  • 3 cloves
  • 2 garlic cloves, finely chopped
  • One 1 1/2-inch piece ginger, peeled and chopped
  • 1 tablespoon Berbere or chili powder
  • 2 1/2 cups chicken stock, divided
  • One 4-to 5-pound chicken, cut into 10 pieces, wings reserved for another use
  • 1/4 cup dry red wine
  • Juice of 1 lime
  • 2 hard-boiled eggs, peeled

Combine the onions, a pinch of salt, and half of the spiced butter in a Dutch oven or other large deep pot over low heat. Cook, stirring occasionally, until the onions are golden, about 15 minutes. Add the remaining butter, the cardamom, black pepper, cloves, garlic, ginger, and berbere and cook until the onions soften and take on the color of the spices, about 10 minutes.

Add 2 cups of the chicken stock and the chicken legs and thighs, bring to simmer, and simmer for 15 minutes. Add the remaining 1/2 cup chicken stock and the wine, bring back to a simmer, and simmer for 10 minutes. Add the chicken breasts and simmer for 20 minutes.

Gently stir in the lime juice and eggs and simmer for another 5 minutes. The sauce will be loose and soupy. Season with salt to taste.

Fossolia (Ethiopian Green Bean dish)

Serves 6. Recipe from here.

2 onions, chopped
1/3 c. canola oil
3-4 oz. tomato paste (about 1/2 of a 6 oz. can)
4 cups green beans, ends snapped off and cut or snapped into halves or thirds
3 carrots, cut into stick-shaped pieces
2-3 tomatoes, chopped
minced ginger and garlic (as much or as little as you’d like- I use about 2 tsp. each)
salt, to taste

Start by cooking the onions on medium heat for about seven minutes, or until the onions begin to turn translucent and soften. Add the oil and continue cooking for several more minutes. Stir in the tomato paste and allow several minutes for the ingredients to simmer together. Add the green beans and carrots, stir well, and cover. Continue cooking on medium heat for 10-15 minutes, then add the tomato, ginger, garlic, and salt, and simmer until all of the vegetables are tender.

 

Cherryvale Farms Tastes Soquel!

You may not know a lot about Cherryvale Farms, so here’s a little history. We’re born out of an actual (if tiny) farm in the heart of Santa Cruz, California. To be more specific a (even more tiny) town called Soquel. Pronounced “so-kel” adjacent to Capitola-by-the-Sea, a famous local beach area.

Soquel is a town of barely 1,000 people nestled within the larger county of Santa Cruz (about 50,000 people) set right on the Bay Area coastline, about an hour South of San Francisco.

Soquel is a young town by American standards, founded late in the 1860′s, but home to a vibrant little community of organic farmers, surfers and beach-loving folks. And home to the Cherryvale Farms property for the past 15 years.

This past weekend Cherryvale Farms was lucky enough to participate in Soquel’s 4th Annual “Taste of Soquel” event at the Congregational Church of Soquel, a little white steeple of a church located on Main Street. It’s as picturesque as it sounds and just as quaint.

We loved sharing our baked samples with locals and those visiting Soquel for the special event. Check out our photos!

Have you been to Soquel? Tell us all about your visit in the comments! We’d love to hear about your experience in our little home town.

The Garden @ Cherryvale Farms

Some of you may know that our company is called Cherryvale Farms for a very good reason: it’s the name of our small farm on Cherryvale Avenue in Santa Cruz, California.

It’s small (less than an acre) but a bounty of fresh fruits and vegetables are produced on that land every season. Years ago, we even hosted a nice little group of chickens on the property. At one point a duck muddled around the yard. And a raccoon briefly made our pond his watering hole. Today, it’s all about heirloom variety fruits and vegetables, and a ton of pumpkins!

Every summer, good Bay Area weather permitting, the garden puts forth mountains of delicious produce, sometimes so much that we don’t know what to do with it! (If you grow zucchini, you know what we’re talking about). There’s two heirloom apple trees that were planted and grafted by the original owners back in the early 1900′s, a few plum trees, a peach tree, a struggling little apricot tree, a fig tree and rows and rows of pumpkins, beans, strawberries, lettuce, onions, lavender and more.

Our family started this little farm about 18 years ago and it’s been blooming ever since. We hope you enjoy these photos from the farm and, hey, maybe someday we can invite you down for a farm tour!

Cherryvale Farms Butternut Squash on the Vine

Cherryvale Farms Purple French Beans

Cherryvale Farms Zucchini on the Vine

Rows of Cherryvale Farms Onions

Cherryvale Farms Lavender Bushes

Cherryvale Farms Grape Vines & Greenhouse

When & Why to Buy Organic

Navigating today’s grocery stores, no matter where you live, can be a challenge.

Often, you may find yourself in the produce section debating between the organic apples at $2.00/lb and the conventionally grown apples at $0.89/lb and really wonder where your dollars should be going.

Paying attention to when and why to buy organic will help guide you through these everyday food decisions, and help you keep your family healthier and your pocketbook fatter.

Right-click and print out the above cheat sheet for your next trip to the grocery store. These “Dirty Dozen” of fruits and vegetables (on the left) are produce that frequently receive the highest amounts of pesticides, which easily transfer from the field to your dinner plate. Avoid them if they are not labeled certified organic. On the right is a list of produce that typically receive lower amounts of pesticides and are OK to purchase if not organic. What a savings that can be!

Now, of course we want everyone to eat organic all the time, but we know that’s not always feasible. Use this info wisely on your next grocery trip and we hope it helps you navigate the produce section effectively.

Fab.com

Have you guys checked out our awesome flash sale on Fab.com?

It’s running now thru this Friday, April 20th and it’s a hoot to be participating! We’re getting orders from fans like you from all over the US!

Please join Fab.com to see the sale, located in the “Foodie Fridays” section under “Shops”.

And, to whet your whistle, check out the great blog post Derek from Fab.com posted about baking up our Pumpkin Spice Bread with a friend in her NYC kitchen.

Food Shop Spotlight: Cherryvale Farms

They wanted me to bake pumpkin bread, but I didn’t want to bake pumpkin bread. “I don’t cook,” I said. “I’ve never made pumpkin bread. I’m not sure I’ve even opened an oven before. I don’t own an oven.”

“You will bake pumpkin bread,” they said crisply, depositing the box on my desk with a sense of finality. This was really happening. “Cherryvale Farms Pumpkin Spice Bread,” the box chirped sadistically. “Everything But The…Pumpkin. And a little bit of oil and water.”

I needed backup, so I roped in my friend Chesley. She had to have an apron in her East Village apartment. “They’re making you bake pumpkin bread?” she asked. “What the hell are they doing to you over there?”

“I tried to imply I’ve never opened an oven, but they wouldn’t have it,” I said. “I need your help. I have to hang up now—they’re coming.”

It was decided the pumpkin bread would rise on Easter Sunday. That night, I trawled the aisles of Key Foods on Avenue A until I got all the fixings (fixins?): a can of pumpkin puree and a bottle of vegetable oil—in this case, Crisco. Chesley summarily deposited the Crisco into the nearest trash receptacle when I got to the apartment. Adult humor was exchanged. She had her own vegetable oil. We’d use that.

After donning her apron, I found myself buttering the loaf pan with a zest hitherto unknown to me. Was it really so easy? The vegetable oil, water, pureed pumpkin and Cherryvale Farms mix made for a nasty, nuclear-orange glop, but it tasted very delicious right out of the mixing bowl. “Am I gourmet?” I wondered airily, licking my fingers.

I poured the glut of goodness into the loaf pan, threw it in the oven (oven mitts on), and waited. We smoked tremulously, drank red wine in silence. Hospital waiting rooms had nothing on us. Would the pumpkin loaf pull through? Was everything going to be ok? Did Chesley believe in God?

The moment of truth came an hour later, when I pulled the pumpkin bread out of the oven. It was healthy-looking; all of a piece. It filled the entire apartment with a heady, delicious aroma. We tasted it. There were loud hosannas all around. The bread was moist. Pure. As we gorged like greedlings, I tried not to gloat.

“God, it really just has the most distinctly fluffy mouth-feel, don’t you think? What?”

The next morning, the editorial staff tasted the pumpkin bread—first with palpable distrust, and then with mounting enthusiasm.

“I just broke keeping pesach,” Josh said. “And it was totally worth it.”

“You actually pulled it off,” Shirley said, visibly rattled. “You actually… pulled it off.”

“It’s delicious,” Johanna said. “And you can say that’s from a certified Park Slope baking snob.”

“Eh, it’s just a little something I threw together on the fly,” I said, “with a little help from my friend Chesley—and the good people at Cherryvale Farms.”

“Okay, Derek. Simmer down.”

—Derek DeKoff

 

All photos from Fab.com / Derek DeKoff

Homemade Membrillo (Quince Paste)

I told you I was all about the homemade gifts this year.

Did you see this gift, and this gift? You could even whip up a batch of this and gift it! Mmmmm, that would be yummy.

With all this homemade gift giving, I can no longer see Gift Central, aka my kitchen table.

It’s overrun with wrapping paper and parchment. Glitter and ribbons. Glue guns and bows.

And I may or may not have decorated Walnut already for the holidays. But that’s for another day.

Today I bring you the most labor-intensive kitchen project I think I’ve ever embarked on.

10 hours to make this stuff.

No, for serious. 10 freakin’ hours.

But it’s good. Damn good. And fresh and sweet and sticky and all the things that membrillo should be.

Now all I need is a giant wheel of Manchego cheese to go with it.

And I’ll have myself a giant party. For one.

Incredibly long-winded recipe after the jump…

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East Bay Food Swap Recap

Yesterday the East Bay Food Swap hosted a great swap at the Mini Make Faire in Oakland, CA.

I would liken the Mini Maker Faire to Burning Man…but for kids. Which is about as weird and cool as you’re envisioning. And we’ll leave it at that.

The swap was on the smaller side, but hosted a great variety of homemade goods. Like homemade cheese (wow!) and more:

  • Pickled dilly beans with garlic
  • Fresh corn tortillas
  • Salsa verde
  • Quince & Hibiscus Jam (which I devoured later that day with crackers and cream cheese)
  • Meyer Lemon Green Tea & Honey Jelly (can’t wait to drop some of this on a cracker with tea)
  • Apple Butter (which is about as dark and creamy as you can get, yum!)
  • Cinnamon Apple Sauce
  • Half peaches preserved in light syrup
  • Bear Claw Bread (which is now half eaten but I am fully consumed with guilt for eating)

Big thanks to Kendra for arranging this great swap! She couldn’t make it due to a cold but was there in homemade spirit!

Kettle Corn Kale Chips

Slap my upside the head and call me Suzy! Because I have discovered the craziest, most delicious snack: Kettle Corn Kale Chips.

Um, yay?!

Are you yaying? This is amazing. I mean, you should be jumping up and down. Maybe doing the loopdy loopdy. The cha cha? How about a little rumba in honor of these tasty chips?

Yeah, I see you dancin’.

It’s ok, get down with your baddddd self.

1 bunch curly leaf kale + 2 tablespoons sugar + 1 teaspoon salt + 1 tablespoon oil = 350 F oven for 20 minutes. SUCCESS.

(And of course you tossed the kale with the ingredients before hand in a large bowl, then put them on a greased cookie sheet, evenly spread out in one layer). Right? Right!

Make trays of these, put them in reusable plastic or glass containers and eat them for a week. If they last that long. And maybe do a little cha cha in the process.

Blow-Your-Mind Microwave Popcorn

I mean really. Why didn’t I know this? Was I hiding under a rock? Stuck in a foreign country without microwaves? Where was I when some genius invented popcorn popped in the microwave, without the use of a bag?

It’s genius really. Simple, simple genius.

Glass bowl + ceramic plate + popcorn kernels = perfectly popped popcorn in the microwave.

No bag. No butter or oil. Nothing to throw away afterward. And even no un-popped kernels.

This is life-changing.

Stay with me now.

Take 1/4 cup of dry popcorn kernels and place in the bottom of a microwave-safe glass bowl (pyrex is a great choice). Place a microwave-safe plate on top of the bowl. Plate should be wide enough to go beyond the rim of the bowl.

Microwave for 2 minutes 45 seconds. Watch in glory as your popcorn pops perfectly into little puffs of heaven.

You’re in shock, right? Having a moment.

That was your moment. I gave it to you. You’re welcome.

So go get some simple popcorn kernels (Trader Joe’s now has bags for like a dollar!) and start popping.

New. Best. Thing. Ever.

My mind is blown.

NOTES: Bowl and plate will be VERY VERY hot when time is up. Use a pot holder or napkin to remove from microwave. The steam? The steam’s just there making sure your popcorn popped to its full potential. Just remove the plate immediately after the timer ends so your popcorn doesn’t take a steam bath and get soggy.

Also, you can re-microwave any unpopped kernels! Yeah, that’s right. Remove all of the popped (or semi-popped) kernels and put the unpopped ones back in again, same method. No waste and nothing to throw away!

Fermenting in Berkeley

Last night I took a really interesting class on home fermentation techniques. Hosted by the Institute of Urban Homesteading, our teacher, Ruby Blume, literally wrote the book on it. She guided about 10 students through lacto-fermentation, including fruit sodas and vegetable ferments (think sauerkraut) and gave us nice chunks of her Kombucha mother. Totally weird looking, but delicious nonetheless.

I’d be lying if I said there weren’t any heebee-geebee moments to the experience. Somehow, eating fermented carrots that have been living in a fridge for two years didn’t exactly get my culinary juices flowing. But I ate it. I kind of liked it. I remained open minded.

Besides trying a variety of fermented vegetables the teacher had on hand, we also sampled some really delicious raspberry lemon fermented soda. It tasted exactly like a homemade Italian syrup soda, but with the flavor of very fresh berries and lemon. The effervescence is light and really digestible. Unlike carbonated sodas, I didn’t experience that intense, bubbly feeling on my tongue. It was much smoother and easier to drink.

Also on the menu was home brewed ginger ale. It was incredibly light while still having that ginger kick I was hoping for.

Overall, I learned so much from the class and am looking forward to enjoying a raspberry lemon soda of my own when its ready in a few days.

We also created a group vegetable ferment to finish off the class. At least ten kinds of fresh, local vegetables combined in a giant pot with a tiny bit of salt and some seriously aggressive hand mixing to create what I hope will be a delicious side dish in a few weeks. Though, as a serious lover of spicy foods, I’ll probably add an absurd amount of chili, garlic and vinegar to this and pair it with some sushi rice, rather than eat it straight.

To learn more, check out the Institute of Urban Homesteading website. Their cheese making course sounds fantastic and may be on my calendar for next month!

Home Carbonating System

Well, it’s definitely project time around these parts. Maybe it’s the Berkeley air that’s inspired me? The sweet swoosh of the salty breeze off the Bay?

More likely it’s boredom. Because when you move to a new place, you have to make new friends. And I’m still a little behind on that. Thus, projects are my friends! And they always return your phone calls.

Among my many projects this month was my new, fancy dancy home carbonating system. Homemade seltzer! Whenever I want it! Nerdy foodie jump for joy!

So now I have a 10 pound carbon dioxide tank that lives on my counter pretty much permanently and delivers me delightfully effervescent bubble water / soda / cocktails whenever I like.

The original plan was to spend hours visiting numerous hardware stores finagling parts and pieces and building this seltzer machine. Because, you know, I’m so hardcore.

And then I happened upon the incredibly fabulous Oak Barrel in Berkeley. Not only do they have everything for any home beer or wine maker, they also happen to have carbon dioxide tanks complete with the regulator and carbonator attachment to make a complete home carbonator system. Without any work.

Gasp. My planned day of futzing and messing and probably breaking the damn thing were smashed. Thank god.

Way too much money (but no headache) later, my fabulous carbonator is my favorite new kitchen appliance.

Info on how to build your own or acquire one pretty much ready-made, after the jump.

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The Garden

I’m very lucky. Not just like lucky at the slots, but life lucky. I’ve had the good fortune to live in California pretty much my whole life, and I got to grow up near the beach. I wasn’t a beach baby, per se, but summers were spent in or near the water and ocean view dining was de rigeur. I’m lucky. Maybe you call it blessed.

I’m also lucky to have grown up about a mile from the sea, on a small “farm” we like to call Cherryvale Farms…hence the business name. For as long as I can remember, my parents had a profusely abundant garden, overflowing with zucchini in the summer and pumpkins in the fall. We even had chickens for several years when I was a tweenager. There was no Justin Bieber then, I suppose, so my sister and I obsessed over our hens. They had fabulous names too: Henrietta, Helen, The Hen-manator…we were clever, clever children.

This week I’m up in Santa Cruz working on said business (much progress to be reported later!) and I couldn’t help but stop and admire the spring garden outside my window. Lettuce is coming in, strawberries are turning rosy red and beans and onions are growing tall and lean.

Being distracted by said garden also prevented me from doing any cooking today, mind putting some goat cheese on a plate with crackers for friends. So, I invite you to view the garden, in all it’s glory. And look back on what your childhood looked like fondly.

Oh, and of course I had to throw in a photo of The Naked Walnut for good measure.

Jam Session

Where the hell was I yesterday? Abandoning you, obviously. I’m sorry. My heart and mind were elsewhere. Consumed with jamming and puppy play time. I didn’t mean to ignore you, I swear.

It was a marathon canning session. 24 jars. 6 hours. 2 pounds of jalapenos. 8 pints of strawberries. 1 pound of tamarind in their lovely, crunchy pods. 3 adorable weck canning jars. Unknown pounds of sugar. 2 doodles (labradoodle, woodle; translation: Bertie (labrador, poodle mix) + Walnut (wheaten terrier, poodle mix).

I could barely stand when I got home. Though that’s possibly because I was weighed down with jars, a yelping puppy and a few too many shots of jam cocktails. Because that’s what brilliant ladies like me and my jam partner in crime @jamsofthenest decided to do with our overflow jars of jam. I think any self-respecting jam maker on hour 6 in the kitchen would agree: BEST USE of EXTRA JAM EVER.

We kicked off the day with some lovely fried eggs, toast, coffee and dog biscuits. Because one cannot live on jam alone! The dog biscuits, of course, went to the dogs. They relished their new found romance + open backyard to run around in + multiple treats from completely enamored owners.

Jam #1: Jalapeno Pepper Jelly. But, of course, we can’t go traditional. That would be boring. So we added red bell pepper for color, orange zest for flavor, and (just for kicks) a few of the smashed tamarind pods. Delightful.

Jam #2: Strawberry, Dill, Jalapeno Sauce/Jam. We’re calling it saucy because it’s blended a bit less chunky than traditional jam. Mind you, the dill and jalapeno just make it awesome. Like crazy delicious. And highly recommended with vodka.

Jam #3: Tamarind Jam. You’ve never heard of this. You barely know what tamarind is. Don’t worry, we’re all in the same boat. I also had never witnessed a pod in person until yesterday morning. Nor did I have any intention of ever making tamarind jam before yesterday in a blurry wander around Whole Foods. I mean, I don’t just wake up and think of these things. But we didn’t just use tamarind in this jam. Oh no! We used cinnamon, ginger, cloves, lemon juice and some secret weapons for this wonder. What does it taste like? Kind of like warm, spicy iced tea in a creamy, oozy spoon full of goodness. It is amazing with whiskey over ice. We invented it. You heard it here first kids.

So, if you’re in Hancock Park in the next few days, don’t lie and say “you’re in the neighborhood” and want to come by for a jam cocktail. Because you’re never in Hancock Park. No one is. Except for me. And Daniel. Sometimes Walnut (he, of course, has many other preoccupations). But yes, you can stop in for a jammy cocktail. And we’ll swoon over puppy love and hours spent over boiling pots of sugar, water and fruit. That’s what we’re jamming.

Fresh Green Almonds

I love my little adventures to Super King market in the Glassell Park area (Glendale, sort of) because I always find something I’ve never seen or tried. Today there were tart little yellow guavas, fava beans and (amazeballs!) fresh green almonds. Gorgeous, fuzzy, little nubbins of a slightly sea foam color dying for me to take them home.

I honestly have no idea what to do with them. One French blogger recommends I add them to some fresh jams, but the summer fruit here isn’t really good enough for canning yet. Most of what I’ve read said devour them as is, simply cutting out the raw, unborn almond out of its fuzzy cacoon.

Or I could go buy like 50 pounds more, fill my bathtub with them and take a fuzzy almond bath.

Perhaps I could get a sharpie and draw little faces on them, line them up in a row and play toy soldiers.

Maybe I should string them into a necklace and wear them around the house for Walnut to admire?

Or would that be weird…

Honey, Pear, Basil Pizza

Saturday my friends and I decided to do a little “day drinking.” Translation: getting drunk on mimosas and bloody marys at brunch before the day even starts. So there I am, two bloody marys in and the group decides, well, to continue drinking. Off to a sports bar for beers and some sunshine. I barely held on for the ride.

Fast forward four hours, two bloody marys, two blue moons and a tummy ache later: obviously the perfect time to make pizza dough from scratch!

Raw Pizza Dough

Call me insane, but a little bit of booze fuels my inner chef and gives me the confidence to tackle tricky culinary projects.

In my kitchen, somewhat bleary-eyed with my Kitchenaid twirling some flour and water, I start the pizza dough. A recipe from Alice Waters no less. I’m sure she’d appreciate my free spirit mixing away in less than sober condition.

I let the dough rise overnight in the fridge, per Alice’s doting mother-style directions. But, honestly, the dough hardened up quite a bit over night, even when left to fluff up again on the counter before cooking. Alice, you’ve disappointed me. But of course I can’t let some pizza dough go to waste! I put the dough back in my Kitchenaid with a little more flour and water and it bounced right back. Confidence without the booze, how wonderful! Maybe my baking skills are improving.

Toppings!

Now, for toppings. (By the way, this is the next day, and I’m finally sober, though with a hangover strong enough to bring down a horse.) I really love sweet and savory pizzas so I shredded some mozzarella, sliced some fresh pears, diced some dates and topped everything with olive oil, salt, basil and a nice drizzle of honey. I was drooling taking these photos. DEVOURED IN MINUTES. There was nothing my hungover self could do to control my utter attack on this pizza. Luckily, some of it survived for breakfast this morning. Which my sober self much appreciated.

Finished Pizza

 

If you haven’t made pizza dough before, it’s actually really easy and you don’t need to let is rise overnight. eHow has a decent tutorial I highly recommend.

This piece literally disappeared into my mouth two minutes after taking this photo. Hungry much?

LA Food Swap

Many of you know I’ve been giddy as a school girl the last few weeks in anticipation of the first LA Food Swap. A bunch of savvy home cooks, bakers and food preservationists (I can call them that, right?) got together yesterday for a food swap of our personal kitchen creations. It was a fabulous little event that I was thrilled to participate in.

I swapped canning disasters and learned so much about how others cook, bake and preserve in their own homes. Top swapping items included marmalade (with all this citrus, why wouldn’t there be?), lemon curd, strawberry jam, scones, breads, more jams, salsa and even homemade tinctures. Don’t worry, I had to look up what a tincture was too….it’s an alcoholic extract of an herb or plant. In my case, I got horehound. I know you’re probably laughing. I did for a minute. But I think it actually helped my allergies this weekend. Anyway…

This was the first LA Food Swap, arranged by the lovely and talented Emily Ho, also known as Miss Chiffonade. She and her boyfriend made the most gorgeous beet pasta I’ve ever seen and packaged them in lovely custom labeled bags. Jealous.

I brought a combo of my canning portfolio, including Citrus Marmalade, Apple-Plum Sauce and some other canned delicacies you may remember from such posts as A Week of Pickles and  Onion Marmalade.

I left the swap with an amazing bounty of homemade items, some of which never even made it in the front door. I blame @resforthree for her deadly brown butter shortbread.

Also now in my pantry thanks to the swap: lemon curd (two kinds!), fresh rosemary, lemons, strawberry lemon rosemary jam, habanero marmalade, a tangerine limoncello, oatmeal brown sugar body scrub and garlic confit.

One of the lemon curd jars is already near empty a day later. My belly is very happy. Check out the gallery below to see photos from the swap and check out the Facebook page to sign up for the next one.

 

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You’re So Unusual

Well, I’m not referring to you darling, don’t worry. I’m referring to my favorite new fruit and vegetable discovery: the limequat and celery root. Now these aren’t particularly new to the world, but I hadn’t worked with them until recently, and I imagine you’ve never heard of at least the limequat. Isn’t that word amazing? I mean it might as well be the name of a prehistoric bird, not a fruit.

I love introducing you, dear readers, to new and unusual things. Remember Jerusalem Artichokes? How about the Garbanzo Beans? Fabulous, right?

So, let’s start with the limequat. Exactly what the name spells out: a cross between a lime and a kumquat. Genius. Small, about 2″ in length and with a soft, almost bouncy skin. The skin, I learned, is edible, so you can dive into this whole fruit without any waste. The thin rind makes it easy to chew and it dices up lovely. If you can find them (I got mine at the Hollywood Farmer’s Market) buy several and use them in salads, in a couscous or in place of preserved lemon in a recipe. You could also preserve these babies whole. Wouldn’t that be lovely? And you could do that with sugar or salt. I’m drooling over the potential lemony goodness.

 

Want to learn about celery root? After the jump.

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White Girl Makes Asian Salad

Yes, you heard that. This (Caucasian) lover of all Asian foods has made a lovely little salad, inspired by a recent trip to the Korean Market. Which you know is where I live, right? I mean I’m probably there like 3-4 times a week. The old Korean ladies stare at me like I’m an alien while the Latino employees stare at me because they’re shocked I’m not Korean. Plus I have cute hair. And I actually smile at people. That’s a rare site in the Korean market, let me tell you! It’s like everyone is eagle-eyed on the cabbage and can’t even look up to acknowledge their fellow human beings. So, as the giver that I am, I try to actually smile at people and ask the check-out lady how her day is going. Because it doesn’t appear to be going very well.

Back to the salad. Because that’s why you’re here. Basic red leaf lettuce topped with chopped scallions, cucumbers and Japanese peanuts. Crowning glory: the pickled radish salad bought (prepared) from said Korean market. It’s tangy and vinegar-y and I’m damned if I can replicate at home. I’m sure there’s like a million pounds of MSG hidden behind “natural seasoning” but I’ll pretend I don’t know that.

If you’ve never had a Japanese peanut, I highly recommend them. They’re sold at pretty much any Asian market.Basically its a regular peanut covered in a wheat flour / rice flour / sugar / salt / soy sauce mixture that creates a thick coating. They have a crunchiness to them that’s really lovely, with a slight soy-peanut-umami flavor. Great to snack on or, in this case, on a salad.

Now, to the dressing! This dressing only has like 10,000 ingredients. Kidding…almost. Dressing recipe after the jump.

NOTE: And by the way, the salad is not pictured with said dressing because said dressing looks like a white creamy mess. Also, do you really think my entire lunch was just this tiny little salad? Ha! I attacked a bowl of this stuff that was probably larger than my head.

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Garbanzo Beans

Since I awakened many of you to the existence of the glorious sunchoke the other day, I thought I’d continue the fun with the garbanzo bean.

Photo from Gardenertofarmer.net

Now, I’m sure you’ve all had garbanzo beans (also known as chickpeas) but you’ve probably never seen the plant nor the pod they come from. Yes, they are born unto a pod, just like a green pea. And they grow on a lovely little pea-like plant with gorgeous little pink and purple flowers.

I picked up a pound of these little lovelies during my fabulous grocery store visit last week, and only recently got around to messing around with them.

WAY TOO MUCH WORK TO PEEL THESE! Had I known! Geez…

They look like pea pods so I figured I’d have an easy time but their pods are tough and fibrous and not easy to peel. I had that idyllic vision of sitting on my (non-existent) front porch in the warm (winter) breeze with a lemonade (vodka on the rocks) and peeling away at some beans, but, oy, I was not in for that treat. Instead I channeled my nervous energy into peeling them while standing in the kitchen, waiting for something else to cook.

Learned lesson: pay for your chickpeas ready to soak (dried) or ready to open with a can opener. Save yourself the (non) idyllic afternoon on the (non) porch. You can still have the vodka on the rocks. I mean, a girl’s got needs, right?

If you’d like a recipe, check out my obsessive earlier post about them.

Raw Chickpea and its Pod (and it's mirror image)

 

Sugar/Candy

I’ve been thinking a lot about sugar today, which brought me to candy. Oh! Glorious candy!

Personally, I’ve always been a fan of sour candies and dark chocolate and not much in between. My sister on the other hand, as a child, would devour anything with a hint of sugar in it. As an adult, I try to limit my candy intake, for fear of that dreaded, evil sugar lurking in the shadows ready to gobble up my toned (ha!) waistline.

As I’ve been researching different sugars (Stevia, Splenda, etc.) I took a moment to reflect on sweetness and why we humans desire it so frantically. It’s in our genes, for sure, and in today’s processed world it’s that much easier for food producers to put traces of sugar in so many products, often without our knowing. We’re drawn to sweet. We crave it.

In this research, I learned that products like Stevia (which is derived from a green plant, like sugar is derived from sugar cane) is about 400 times sweeter than sugar, and has less environmental impact. Next I found another great product yet to hit the market: Fruit Sweetness. Also naturally derived, Fruit Sweetness has the same incredible sweetness exponential as Stevia, but it’s derived from the flesh of monk fruit rather than leaves. I don’t know about you, but I find all of this incredibly interesting.

Anyway, I wanted to share that little tid bit of knowledge today in hoping that, when I devour a nice piece of candy in a few years, it will lack any processed (fake) sugars and instead be sweetened only by the natural sweetness inherent in plants and fruits (as it should be).

Here’s a photo I took at Dylan’s Candy Bar when I was in New York last summer. Like a kid in a candy store…