I’ve been busy canning and putting up food, so the updates here have been fewer than usual. Anyone notice? After all the labor and love I put into growing my babies, I refuse to let them go to waste. So besides taking baskets to friends, neighbors, and family, I put up some morsels to help me through the bland tomato winters.
Here are some of the successes, and minor, but not quite heartbreaking, failures:
Beer bread pizza: entirely a success. Topped with Charlie’s homemade spaghetti sauce (which I canned several weeks ago), fresh Japanese eggplant and green zebra tomatoes.
A hint: infuse your crust with rosemary and garlic. Delicious!
An aside: the green zebra tomatoes were recommended by many a great gardener, and anyone who says they are incredible. . .we’ll they’re understating the truth. For a green tomato, these little guys are sweet and tomatoey, nothing bland or tart about ‘em. Though they are small, these are what a tomato should taste like.
Beer Bread Rolls: So we immediately ate the pizza, but before we cooked the crust I split the dough in half and made 6 rolls. Those are in the freezer, waiting for a night when we’re both too tired to cook.
A hint: Get your partner involved in the beer bread escapades. I put all the ingredients minus the beer in the bowl and Charlie jumped in and finished up. It was so easy he made another batch last night (with fresh basil rather than rosemary) to accompany the next item.
Vegetable Lasagna: We are partially making up for my 10 years as a vegan making all these cheesy foods, and also preparing me for the vegan life again. . . This lasagna was made with the other half of a quart of spaghetti sauce from the pizza, a couple more ripe Japanese eggplants, red and green zebra tomatoes, and other miscellaneous tomatoes from the garden. More fresh basil, and I’m not sure what else, I stayed out of the kitchen for this one. I was upstairs crafting away will the mister slaved over a hot stove, and the next thing I knew he had gone over to the neighbors to see if we take bring our lasagna over to their house to share a dinner. Of course, they concurred and we had a great, fun, and spontaneous dinner party for 4. The lasagna was incredible and large. Half of it is now in the freezer, prolonging the renewal of my vegan vows.
An Aside: Brandywines may be slightly shamed by the flavor of the zebras, but let them vine ripen and they do beat them size-wise. They ripen to a great, juicy, multi-purpose tomato that beats the flavor and character of grocery store varieties by miles.
Roasted Tomatillo Sauce: This tomato sauce was meant to be canned salsa, but the man doesn’t like cilantro so I opted out of canning it with the cilantro. I roasted 1 cayenne pepper, 1 onion, and 2 cups of tomatillos, all drizzled with olive oil and sprinkled with sea salt. When the roasting was finished, I threw it in the blender with a hefty dose of lemon juice and vinegar (both for the flavor and acidity while canning) and heated it back up on the stove with 2 diced Brandywines thrown in. I haven’t cooked with it yet. Because the tomatillos were purple the sauce came out an odd sort of khaki color, the small taste I tried was definitely infused with that rich, roasted flavor. One pepper gave it a goodly little kick, too.
Lemony Fig Preserves: This was a test batch and a minor failure. The ingredients included 2 T lemon juice, 3 thinly sliced lemons with seeds removed, 1 cup grape juice, 6 cups figs, 3 cups sugar, and Ball Jar No Sugar Pectin. The grape juice really should be substituted with something less recognizable (like apple juice or white grape juice) but it leant the preserves a gorgeous finished color. While the blackberry preserves from earlier in the summer were delicious with jammed with pectin, I think the figs need the syrupy sweetness of full sugar. The mister enjoyed it on beer bread, but last year’s whole grain bread from my SIL with the full onslaught of sugary fig jam was perhaps one of the most memorable experiences of my psuedo-domestic recent food exploits.
A Hint: Use lemons for lemon curd, keep them out of your fig preserves.
An Aside: The figs have pushed out the last of this year’s bounty and the ants ravaged more figs than ever. A little fig talk about town and I think I’m not the only one. Maybe it was the hot summer. I picked at least 30 cups of figs, and if I hadn’t waited so long on this last harvest I would’ve had 3 more cups, at least. C’est la vie for the lazy gardener, I suppose. Tonight I plan on following through with Fig Chutney, but maybe I will split the figs and make a small batch of chutney and a small batch of old faithful fig preserves. I can’t imagine the next 10 months without such a delight!