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Possibly the best thing about Summer...

...in my opinion
has to be the fresh berries we get to eat.

The the local farm stands have been featuring local strawberries for a couple of weeks now...and Lucy's post has my mouth watering with her scrumptious photographs and words.

Strawberry72

This little fruit pictured here is a so-called Alpine strawberry from my garden a couple of seasons ago. They were tiny but so intensely flavored i planted dozens of plants in order to harvest a bowl full every few days. When i suggested them to a friend for his kitchen garden, he scoffed at the fruits...and i'm afraid he was right. Though they were labeled with the moniker Alpine strawberry and the fruits looked like they were the same, they have never lived up to the flavor of the fruits my plants produced. And sadly...most of my plants succumbed to some sort of fungus...which everyone claims these little wildlings are not supposed to do.

'tis a puzzlement.

Since a strawberry farm is just down the road from me, and since they grow fabulous varieties and i can go pick my own or just stop by to buy a quart they have picked for us, i no longer bother growing enough strawberries to fill my need. i simply wait for the right hour (at least 36 hours after the last significant rain storm...strawberries, being made mostly of water, will be "watered down" in flavor right after a good rain) and show up first thing in the morning before the heat of the sun brings out the bugs who like to dine on me.

the fabulous thing about picking your own is that you are expected to eat your fill as you go. The bad thing is the bugs.

Second to out-of-hand, my favorite way to eat strawberries is my version of strawberry shortcake. When the berries are the ultimate of perfection, i mash several into a juicy paste in a bowl. i do not add any sugar unless the berris are less than perfectly sweet.

For the shortcake, i prefer a freshly homemade, baking powder biscuit to poundcake or sponge. For my Australian and UK friends: you would probably call these biscuits a plain, not-very-sweet version of your scones (your biscuits are what we call cookies).

My standard recipe for the last decade + came from the Silver Palate girl's The New Basics Cookbook (see below). i cut the biscuit in half, top with the mashed berry juice then a large mound of whole or sliced berries. i then do what my dear friend Bruno used to do; i pour in a bit of milk in the bottom of the bowl to soak into the biscuit. Then, of course, i top it all of with whipped cream.

New Basic Biscuits

2 cups flour
1 tablespoon baking powder (important note: Store bought baking powder can lend an unpleasant metallic taste to biscuits and other breads. i learned several years ago, from a radio cooking show, to make my own baking powder using 1 part soda to 2 parts cream of tartar...i've never had the metallic taste since making my own fresh baking powder...click here to read my answer to Juls about storing it, etc)
1 teaspoon sugar
1/2 teaspoon salt
5 tablespoons unsalted butter, cold
3/4 cup half and half (i use milk)

Preheat oven to 450 degrees F

In a large bowl, toss together the flour, baking powder, sugar and salt. Cut the butter into small pieces, and cut it into the flour using two knives, a pastry blender, or your fingertips until the mixture resembles coarse crumbs.

Add the half and half, and stir gently until the mixture forms a mass. Gather it into a ball.

Transfer the dough to a lightly floured surface. Knead it for about 30 seconds, and then pat it out to form a 3/4-inch-thick rectangle. Using a 2-3/4 inch cookie cutter, cut out 8 circles; use up all the dough. (i will often simply cut the dough into equal squares...though i do enjoy eating the baked to a crisp remnants that result from cutting rounds)

Arrange the biscuits about 1-inch apart on a baking sheet. Bake until puffed and golden, 14 minutes. Transfer the biscuits to a wire rack and allow them to cool.

Posted at 09:14 AM in berries, breakfast, comfort food, fruits | Permalink | Comments (2)

Jewels in the Wild

Spoonful_of_blueberries_1i don't know why it took me so long
to finally go to Maine
well, yes, i guess i do:
i fell in love with an island
before i made it that far
so every time i could getaway
i hopped the ferry.
anyway, when my sister called
a couple of years ago and
suggested the road trip i
jumped at the chance.
i really wanted to go in mid-August
for one reason: wild blueberries
but could not bear the idea of
all the crowds (i had to go to Acadia
because...well...i just had to...
it was oneof the places on my "before i die
i want to visit" list)
so i crossed my fingers that there
would still be berries even tho NJ's
were long finished by September
and made the cottage reservations
for just after labor day in
rustic Stonington next door to
Mt. Desert island and near
where two of my heroes
E.B. and Katharine S. White
spent summers.

i fell in love all over again
and only one thing keeps me from
packing up the kitties and moving
for good: the ocean there never gets
warm enough to swim in.

i suppose if it did, that marvelous, unspoiled spot
would become overrun with the Conde Nast crowd
that loves a place to death with their imprint
refusing to leave a place alone.
Stonington, Blue Hill, Deer Isle and environs
have been spared by the nearness of Mt. D where
the Philadelphia Mainliners have built their
summer estates and "cottages". (God bless the
Rockefellers who prevented Acadia from
being ruined)
But locals were all in a panic
that year because Deer Isle had been written up
in the NYTimes travel section and thought
that was why we were there and looked at us
with piercing eyes that said  "you aren't planning
to move here are you?"

once we got off the main roads i
kept my eyes peeled for a roadside stand
and stopped when i saw a teenager sitting on
the tailgate of a pickup truck  next to a card table
laden with baskets of berries
we bought
quarts from her
and headed to the recommended diner
for great seafood chowder.
sitting on the stool at the counter
watching plates of blueberry pie in the
hands of hustling waiters and waitresses
i had to order a slice even though i had never liked anyone's
blueberry pie--those made with big, fat
high bush variety and drenched in a
syrup filled with spices and sugar.

that pie was fabulous
sweet, yet still with that fresh berry tartness
making the sides of my tongue tingle...
even after having eaten fresh blueberries
out of hand, in the car, just moments before...
because all it was was blueberries in a
light syrup made from berries cooked in a bit of sugar
and absolutely no hint of cloves, cinnamon or allspice
and, naturally, in a perfectly flaky homemade crust.

yes
i love our fabulous NJ high bush blueberries
(the kind
sold in supermarkets everywhere)
and yes
we have wild blueberries
but they do not proliferate the way they do in Maine.

In fact, most wild blueberry farms in Maine are not "planted"
rather they are carefully managed, naturally occurring
vast "meadows" of the small, attractive, low-growing shrubs.
No one has attempted to farm them down here
Sadly, it is not worth the investment.

As far as i am concerned
you can have your Maine lobsters
okay, well, yes i'm being rash
please also let me have my lobster roll
but i'm crazy for things you can pick off
a plant, pop in your mouth and
swoon from pleasure and delight
and those teensy tiny blueberries
are so packed with flavor i did
nearly swoon when
years ago while cycling along a
state park path i spied
my first wild blueberry.
After sampling, i promptly drank
all of my water and then filled the bottle up
with berries i stole from the local wildlife.

Before i could figure out how to
get myself to Maine every summer
my sister
the one i share a home with here in jersey
was invited to be the driver and cheerleader for her
insane, amazing friend who now lives up
there, near Mt. D and participates in the annual
bike race up Mount Washington with hundreds
of other insane people.
Every year, around March or April
i ask if her friend is still crazy and
am relieved when i hear that yes, my sister
will be going north again in mid-August.
Last week she returned home with 10 pounds
of wild berries and we have poured most of them into
freezer baggies but we are also eating
them to our heart's content (literally, so the
research folks say).
Through the winter they are an
essential ingredient to my morning bowl
of oatmeal and i will bake them up
in muffins (it is best to stir them into batter while still frozen
and bake them straight away)
put them in Sunday morning pancakes and
whirl them in banana smoothies
all the while saying a silent prayer
over those glorious small bushes and
all those who bend over them to harvest
these precious little jewels.

Posted at 02:18 PM in berries, fruits, Hunting & Gathering | Permalink | Comments (3)

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