NOTE: There are no photos with this, well, because I didn’t get up off my dead butt and drag the veggies out of the fridge and shoot one. Google ’em.

You know how you grew up eating some vegetables, and some you…just didn’t?

We had a massive (I’m talking a good acre, here, if not more) garden when I was growing up in the rural South. I loved me some fresh vegetables from it, too, as much as I didn’t like working in it. But looking back, I see our repertoire was limited.

We grew beans, both green and “shelly beans,” which I now know as pintos, but then did not relate at all to the dried variety we’d buy in bags at the grocery; peas, usually some sort of field pea (crowders or purple hulls or both) because Daddy did not like green peas; okra; tomatoes; peppers; corn; lettuce; carrots; onions; potatoes; cucumbers; squash; cabbage. We were heavy on the corn and legumes and cucumbers, huge stores of which were “put up,” canned or frozen, for the winter.

But there are a whole host of vegetables I didn’t eat until I was grown, for the simple reason we didn’t grow them. Among them are some that I now count among my favorites, like asparagus and eggplant. Others, if not favorites, at least make regular appearances in the rotation, like broccoli, carrots and brussels sprouts, all three of which I’m going to attempt to grow this year. I’ve learned to love parsnips, although I’m not fond of celeriac. I’ve decided a leek is nothing but a green onion that grew up, and I’m good with them, as I am with shallots.

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Time for baking

April 8, 2018

King Arthur Flour harvest grains loaf

Hadn’t baked in a while, so…it was time for

Veggie pizza with labneh, a la Man’oushe’

bread.

And pizza.

I’ve been reading through a new cookbook, Man’oushe’, Inside the Lebanese Street Corner Bakery. It’s all based around dishes involving and accompanying Lebanese flatbread, which is, essentially, a pita. And they top them with assorted stuff like you would a pizza, so I

thought I’d try that.

And I was in the mood for some multigrain bread, and I’d gotten some multigrain mix from King Arthur Flour recently, so I made that, too. And I am here to tell you, it makes some fine breakfast toast.

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Not making these, but I thought the pic was cute.

It’s that time. It’s time to contemplate Christmas treatmaking. More to the point, it’s time to go shopping for the goodies with which to make the Christmas treats. And then package them up, arrange them in nice little boxes or baskets, and get them ready to give out in the next 10 days.

Gulp. Ten days. That’s…not long. Thank God I’ve got most of my other shopping done.

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Pear preserves. Breakfast love.

It’s mid-October, though the temperature until today had hovered in the 90s, and is supposed to get back there Saturday, dammit.

Fall is late. Which probably means it’ll snow nine feet this winter.

Which is OK, because living adjacent to an assisted living facility means (a) I rarely lose power, and (b) if and when I do, I’m on a priority circuit to get it restored, and (b) I’ve got a gracious plenty of stuff canned and in the freezer. Hell, I even buy toilet paper and laundry detergent and shampoo at Sams, and order coffee six pounds at a time, so long as I’m not far past a shopping trip, we ain’t gonna run out of groceries and necessities here at Chez Brockwell, no, we ain’t.

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Freezing fruit

July 5, 2017

Fruit, freezer bound. Except the cherries. They’re back in the fridge.

I got busy and blew through some of the raft of fruit I had in the kitchen, today.

As a result, I have peaches and mango puree in the freezer, as well as some roasted tomato-garlic sauce. (Tomatoes are a fruit, y’know.) And sometime in the next two or three days, whenever I can get BACK in the kitchen, we will have frozen watermelon puree, because I have this big honkin’ watermelon that’s been lying in my kitchen floor for a week and a half, and it needs to move.

I also had a somewhat inventive dinner, which actually involved sorta-kinda following a recipe, and which was pretty marvelous, and made Child A a homemade Egg McMuffin, which she allowed was pretty good, but I didn’t need to butter the English muffin next time.

Well, all righty, then.

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Blue Q chicken, soaking in its sauce.

I love me some blueberries. I love me some chicken. I never thought about putting them together. At least, not until I purchased Deep Run Roots, the cookbook from Vivian Howard, chef at Chef and the Farmer and star of “A Chef’s Life” on Food TV.

I pause for an unsolicited endorsement. If you have a cookbook-loving cell in your body, buy this book. Not only is it filled with really cool recipes, the recipes are not those which require a pantry-full of exotic ingredients or a spice cabinet with stuff you can’t pronounce and y’mama ‘n ’em never heard of. She relies on a lot of salt, pepper and fresh herbs you can grow in your flower bed. Her recipes let the ingredients, time-honored ingredients any Southern cook knows, like pecans, tomatoes, sweet corn, greens (well, I won’t testify for the greens recipes, as I detest cooked greens in any shape, form or fashion) and grits, and uses them in different settings and combinations to create great new dishes.

Besides which, sista can WRITE. I took the cookbook to bed with me and read it cover to cover in three nights.

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My Mama’s recipe box

November 3, 2016

A box full of memories -- and love.

A box full of memories — and love.

I’ve been traveling through time this morning.

A few weeks ago, an old family friend asked if I had my Mama’s recipe for candied sweet potatoes. I told her I would bet it was in Mama’s recipe box, which I had…somewhere.

Except I couldn’t find it.

I thought it was residing in my cookbook bookcases somewhere, but I went through those and couldn’t locate it. I looked around in the kitchen, didn’t see it there. But a week or so ago, I came back from being out of town and Child A had it sitting prominently atop the bar. She’d been cleaning, and she found it wedged behind some other books.

So today, as my plans had been curtailed by babysitting duties for an ailing AGC2 (stomach bug, and fortunately, it appears to have been only a light case), I decided to go through it.

It was like being a kid in Benton County, Tennessee again.

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