March 4, 2013
I see why they do it in the south and of course, it goes without saying, in the UK.
Taking time for afternoon tea is an immeasurably nice way to spend an hour or so in the afternoon. And if you’ve got a girlfriend to catch up on some gossip, all the better. The Harrison House, right now, kind of has a little secret.
But the scones and tea are so nice, it won’t be secret for much longer.
If you’re looking for an exceedingly quiet place to take tea, a few scones (good ones, with the exception of how they are cut, according to a very knowledgeable British source), some savories, some fruit, and a gorgeous dessert, let me recommend them. No hustle and bustle here, just attentive service and the charm of a Victorian Village house.
The afternoon tea service run by Savvy Spoon Tea is a pop up of sorts, taking advantage of off time in the Harrison House kitchen and its cozy parlor in which to serve it in. All the better for us, who get to enjoy the scones that pop out of the oven as you’re arriving and being seated. The tea menu is varied with all good selections, I chose the rose black. The scones were marvelous with a little lemon curd and I was completely enamored with the mushroom pasty. The pear cake was moist and a real treat.
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August 17, 2012
I picked up a beautiful, heavy and sweet local watermelon at my neighborhood Giant Eagle Market District. I still can’t believe that this is my normal, everyday, hey-we’re-out-of-milk grocery store – it’s humongous. But I have to give them props: for being as huge as they are, they do try for a couple of months to really bring in a bunch of locally grown and raised produce. I really like that.
So back home, I was cutting it up and then slicing up all the leftover rinds so that they would break down faster in the compost pile and it hit me. People make pickles out of this stuff. And thankfully it’s less for the compost pile to try to digest, which is a good thing this time of year, just ask my husband, who often gets stuck with the job of carting out all the scraps. He’s a good man.
Is that a cucumber in the foreground? No! Just a well trimmed watermelon rind.
So a quick browse around and it’s a simpler method than I even thought. For half of a medium watermelon the brine is
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August 10, 2012
It’s the time of year where just about anything your heart desires is available fresh and local here in Ohio. Farmer’s market tables groan under the weight of melons, zucchini, tomatoes, peaches. Oh the loveliness.
Local Matters (whose mission is to transform the food system in central Ohio to be more secure, prosperous, just and delicious) hosts Local Foods Week every year. This year they have so many events from tastings to picnics to special local foods week tours. It’s kind of a party with produce all week. Which is awesome.
Cooking with local produce is my personal favorite thing to do this week.
But it’s summer, too, and if you ask me, that means cooking should be just barely above a simmer. If you’re in the house, lightly sauteed or not cooked at all are methods I can stand behind.
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August 9, 2012
The Hills Market has a fantastic little pop-up happening on the Veranda, home to so many good events as it is. Little Eatery is occupying the space on Wednesdays and Thursdays in the summer from 11am to 2 pm and creating fresh, locally-sourced salads. Its chef, Cara Mangini, honed her craft on both coasts: in New York as Mario Batali’s vegetable butcher and in Napa in the farm-to-table kitchen of a restaurant and winery.
But honestly what I loved as much as anything was sitting and chatting with her while she deftly mixed up bowls of emerald kale with Lake Erie feta or arugula and peaches and doled out samples of her market salads: lovely combos of watermelon and that feta, or cabbage and peanut slaw.
Tastes all depend on the day, folks, as it should with good vegetables.
Not to be missed are her buttermilk cheddar biscuits with honey butter, the perfect foil to all those well dressed greens and veggies.
It’s nice to have a new face in town. Grab lunch and go say “hi.”
Playlist included, of course, New in Town, by Little Boots.
June 10, 2012
I had some sad news earlier this week. We just won’t have a cherry season around here this year. I think Michigan is all but given up hope of anything there, too. And all the farms that might have had cherries this year have no you-picks, which make for some of the most beautiful shots of teeny little bare feet in trees climbing to help harvest.
Last year was monumental and to be remembered with deep affection. Cherry shrub, pickled cherries, boozy cherry pie, cherry salsa, cherry shiso vinegar, cherry pound cake. Oh my the pounds of cherries.
Excuse me. I’ve wandered off remembering the bliss.
So I was of two minds about this sad state of affairs because I had been give exactly one large bowl of sour cherries from a friend in a new house with (what an amazing bonus!!) a mature cherry tree in her front yard.
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May 20, 2012
It’s the time of year that it’s hard to pin me down. I’m outside. Busy in the backyard, planting, weeding, sitting, contemplating. I just want to be outside. Watching for the return of Chestnut. Seeing if we have any new baby rabbits in the yard. I just find so much peace there, that you’re hard pressed to get a post out of me. I have better things to do.
Because of this I was there, in the backyard, when the peonies bloomed this year. They are my absolute favorite flower: profuse, heavy blooms; heady fragrance. I turned the confetti of abundant petals into syrup. I did this last year, but not as adroitly.
Marry to this that I went strawberry picking with friends last week. And 17 pounds picked meant there was certain to be some jamming. Did there happen to be some master pastry chefs along? Why yes, there were. (Thanks, B.) So I asked them how to incorporate my peony syrup into the jam that was sure to follow all that picking. Add the syrup at the last minute, they said, to keep all the flower essence. But of course.
Ten cups of strawberries
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