August 8, 2016 · 7:32 am
having mixed it occasionally with other, lighter greens; an experiment – with trepidation – using kale solo
recipe for kale success:
remove all the stems
sprinkle with coarse sea salt
(probably everyone knows to do this – I didn’t)
use ingredients that balance kale’s bitter, musty flavor:
figs, cheese, green onions…
dress with olive oil, balsamic, a drizzle of honey
result: deliciously earthy…and healthy!!!
September 9, 2015 · 7:47 am
I love to cook – especially in the fall as the days shorten and the air cools! Not here!!! We are still in the throes of a particularly hot Indian summer, as I long for the richer, weightier flavors of fall. Finding both figs and fresh Brussels sprouts in my refrigerator…thanks to my wonderful personal shopper…
halved, salted and peppered
served with RANA mushroom ravioli with a squeeze of lemon and a bit of filet mignon
a fabulous fall fix!!!
August 24, 2015 · 7:37 am
Another attempt to freshen the menu for a Sunday family supper in late summer….and make good use of yummy figs!
cooked down with a bit of sugar and water,
reduced balsamic, garlic and rosemary added
to make a thick glaze.
additional herbs combined with butter,
rubbed under the skin of a spatchcocked chicken – with extra pieces for unexpected guests
served with lightly dressed arugula and feta, baked sweet potatoes on the side
rather well received!!!!
(next time: more garlic, rosemary, salt, pepper, a bit more sugar on the figs)
inspired by Country Cleaver
April 26, 2014 · 7:33 am
Since featuring Erika Carter’s marvelous painting…..
(a portion seen here)
a confluence of FIGS !!!!
While browsing Volume Three of Kinfolk….I came upon this lovely illustration by Katie Stratton
which brought to mind luscious linen just used for pillows for a client.
Picking up custom forged fire screens for another client led me to downtown Santa Barbara to a side street only one block long…..
All of which sent my mind spinning off………
We once had a fig tree (long before my tastes turned to the possibilities of slices wrapped in prosciutto…..). My husband’s aunt brought a rooted branch from her tree in Palm Springs. I planted it in our yard next to the front porch (the ‘why’ of that escapes me now). Those were the days when I was happy if anything I planted grew…although the tree did not grow tall, it was prolific! Every year a multitude of figs – first a pretty green, turned brown and soft, oozing juice and attracting noxious pests which threatened my small children. Having not the heart or the time to cut it down, I cleaned up the rotting fruit as it fell through the summer and the big leaves as they browned in fall. I did once make a batch of fig newtons – but they were relegated to the ‘don’t bother to make that again’ category.
I did not appreciate that tree!!!
….and where am I going with this tale of the fig???
Now, coming up on twenty-four years since we moved from that house, I have wished for that fig tree with regularity.
I’ve been set to thinking about what might be in my life at this very moment that I am not appreciating, not recognizing as a blessing………..perhaps seeing as a burden when, indeed, it may be anything but……….