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Summer in a Jar

Saturday morning I enjoyed my breakfast on the back porch, looking out at the maple trees that are already beginning to turn. Toast with ginger peach jam, the result of a very long day of canning last Sunday. Continue reading


A fig tree grows in Brooklyn

Here I am. Sorry for the prolonged absence. Two weeks ago I moved into a new apartment. The cookbooks are still in a box but I unpacked the last of the pots and pans today. This new place has it’s flaws, not least of which is the wood paneling in the kitchen, but it also has it’s charms. There’s a big old porcelain double sink in the kitchen and a claw foot tub in the bathroom. And there’s a food co-op a couple blocks away and a farmers market just down the street on Sundays. I think I love co-op bulk bins even more than I love farmers markets.

Anyway, back to the apartment. When I came by the place to sign my lease in September, the landlady took me around to the back of the house to show me where the trash cans are. Then she told me she needed to show me one more thing. The fig tree. She made sure I knew how to recognize a ripe fig and insisted that I help myself. Well I nearly died.  Growing up I never knew anyone who had a fruit tree. I don’t think I even realized that one could have a fruit tree. I fairly recently became aware of this phenomenon of the backyard fruit tree and I’ve been preoccupied with the notion of having one ever since. Living in an apartment building with not a patch of dirt anywhere in sight, it seemed like an unattainable dream. Continue reading

Rhubarb French Toast

I learned to eat french toast buttered and then and coated with a thick, even layer of white sugar. So much sugar that it was crunchy. I don’t think I realized that this was strange until I got to college. Eventually I graduated to maple syrup, but lately I’ve become enamored with french toast with jam. It started with a jar of Sarabeth’s strawberry peach preserves. I think half the jar was consumed in a single day. Last night I made a pot of jam with rhubarb picked yesterday afternoon, which was slathered thickly on french toast this morning. Continue reading