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May 26th, 2010

Freezing Strawberries

Life. It tends to get in the way of blogging now and again, doesn’t it? It happens a bit too frequently with me, it seems, and I’m awfully sorry for being away so long.

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So, I’m popping in to say hi and to tell you to rest assured: Life has not gotten in the way of strawberry season. I have my limits and no one, not Mother Nature, or paperwork, or even The Big Dog in the Sky, who my dog constantly howls at (and who, to me, sounds just like the fire engine), will stop me from eating as many strawberries as I possibly can over the next few weeks.

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I tend to go overboard during berry season, which is something I’m totally proud of. I pick and pick. I buy in bulk. I bought this flat from None Such Farm in Buckingham, PA where they were giving away one quart for every two you buy.

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I froze four quarts of berries, for strawberry sorbet making later in the year.  I plan to freeze a whole, whole lot more.

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Freezing strawberries is quick work. You soak them in cold water to remove any grit. Then hull them with a sharp lil’ pairing knife.

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Spread them out on a sheet pan, not crowding the pan. (A quart of strawberries fits nicely on a quarter sheet pan.) Pop the pan in the freezer and let them freeze for about 4 hours.

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Finally, divide the frozen berries into freezer bags. I date the bags, though I’m sure I don’t need to; frozen strawberries last (theoretically) for six months. In this house, they’ll be long gone by December.

May 7th, 2010

Asparagus and Sausage Strata

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I live out in rural New Jersey. Did you guys know that? Probably, since I blab about it all the time.

I want to start talking more about where I live, and the food I eat, out here along the Delaware River. Especially now, and in the coming months, when I eat like a privileged locavore instead of surviving on root vegetables, hot-house lettuce, and canned goods, as I do during those frigid winter months.

Spring in western New Jersey is a fantastic thing. The weather wobbles around for a while — chilly one day, sweltering the next — then, snap, it’s totally spring. The farms start producing and the markets open up. In April and May, there’s asparagus and spinach, and lots of it. Once the month of May rolls on we start to see peas, and finally, strawberries, and then it’s on.

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I wonder if everyone who lives here takes advantage of all the local food in spring, summer, and fall. I hope so, but I doubt it. I bet too many people are going to the Whole Foods or the Trader Joe’s to pick up their weekly groceries. I understand why they do it: supermarkets are easier. Everything is there, categorized. Everything looks good.

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The problem, though, is that nothing tastes good. Okay, that may be an overstatement. But only slightly. Unless you buy your produce from local farms with talented farmers, where you can pick up your fruit and vegetables just hours after they’ve been picked (or pick them yourself), you can’t really understand why the beautiful, organic, local strawberries from Whole Foods just aren’t very that good. Maybe it’s the bone-chilling temperatures of those stores; maybe it’s the large quantities a farm must have to harvest in order to supply a supermarket. Whatever the cause, a strawberry from one of our local farms — Manoff, or Solebury, or Terhune Orchards — is so much better than what you can buy in the Whole Foods, it’s not even a comparison.

However, I do understand that it’s not always easy to shop at small farms, and that for me — of all people — to talk smack about people going to Whole Foods would be ridiculous. I work part-time; I have 3-day weekends, every weekend; the Saturday and Sunday farmers market is right across the street from my house. If you wanted to roll your eyes and tell me to try juggling a full-time job, two kids, and a hungry husband and then see if I can eat local all summer long, you’d have a point.

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But I also don’t make much money. Jim, who has a schedule similar to mine, doesn’t either. Since I quit my full-time job over a year ago, I’ve learned to pinch pennies. I buy clothes from consignment shops, I cut my own bangs, and I’ve been known to cruise yard sales at sundown, when people will give stuff away if you’ll just take it off their damn lawn already.

I also know how to cook cheap meals with high-quality ingredients. I know where to get eggs from someone’s backyard chickens for $2.00 a dozen. I know where to find the best blueberries — for $5.00 a quart (less if you pick your own) — as well as unbelievably thick and creamy local heavy cream for cheaper than you’d find at ShopRite. I know when things come into season, and which farms have what.
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So I hope it won’t be too boring for those of you who don’t live nearby if I talk more on this blog about local food, where it comes from, and how much it costs. I hope it might actually be fun, getting to know me better through this information. Kinda like anthropology class, only tastier. Ideally, I hope to be able to provide some help to those of you nearby who don’t have the time to figure out where the best produce is, or when it’s coming into season here, or how to use it. I know it ain’t easy, and I’ve spent a good long time trying to figure it all out. It’s time to start sharing.

But enough of that. Let’s talk strata. The asparagus at None Such Farm market is knobbly and woodsy and comes in all sizes. It’s hard to find a whole bunch of perfect, pencil thin ones, but the gorgeous shade of purple makes up for that. Baked in a strata, you needn’t have uniformly sized asparagus anyway, since you chop them into 2-inch pieces before sautéing them and then baking in the oven for an hour.
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Strata is like the genius love-child of bread pudding and frittata. You add more eggs in a strata than you would in a bread pudding, so the result is less milky and custardy, more eggy. That eggy flavor totally makes me feel healthier too, even though there’s a hell of a lot of cheese and cream in there. And egg yolks in large quantities aren’t all that healthy, I guess, but they are a part of the good old American breakfast. You see, it doesn’t take much to convince me to eat cream.

Mother’s Day brunch would be pretty pleasant with a slice of this strata on each plate, especially with a mimosa on the side. Just remember, if you’re cooking for Mom, you do the dishes.

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Asparagus and Sausage Strata

Printable Recipe

recipe adapted from Bon Appetit, June 2009

I used lamb and ramp sausage from Jamie Hollander’s in New Hope, which aren’t cheap. They are delicious though, and wonderfully spring.

Serves 8-10

6 large eggs

2 1/2 cups whole milk
1 cup sliced green onions
1 cup sliced shallot
1/2 cup heavy cream
1/2 cup finely grated Romano cheese
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 pound mild sausages, casings removed
1 bunch asparagus, trimmed and large stalks peeled, cut into 2-inch pieces
1 1-pound loaf rustic French bread, cut into 1/2-inch-thick slices
2 cups (loosely packed) coarsely grated Gruyere cheese

Preheat oven to 350°F.

Butter 13×9×2-inch ceramic or glass baking dish. Whisk first 7 ingredients in large bowl; sprinkle generously with pepper. Set aside.

Place sausage in large nonstick skillet; push to 1 side. Add asparagus pieces and sauté over high heat, breaking up sausage with fork, until sausage is cooked through and asparagus are brown in spots, about 7 minutes.

Arrange half of bread slices in prepared dish. Pour half of egg mixture over. Sprinkle with half of cheese, then half of sausage and asparagus mixture. Repeat layering. Let stand 20 minutes, occasionally pressing on bread to submerge. Bake strata until puffed and brown, about 1 hour. Cool slightly and serve.

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