Swap-Box Hero: Hot Under the Collard

Despite offering free bundles with purchase for late-Wednesday wine customers, it seems we still end up with a swap box full of collards whenever they’re in the share. I don’t know why they’re so intimidating. I mean, I get they can be bitter, but a little bit of fat mellows the harsh tannins*, making those deep…

June-Swoon Salad

Here’s one from my mom, who’s been making this swoon-worthy bowl of green and red for years. I know, it seems like a lot of dressing. Trust me; you’ll want leftovers. Strawberry-Spinach Salad 1 lb fresh spinach, washed, dried, and chilled (and chopped, if the leaves are giant) 1 pint fresh strawberries, washed and halved or…

Microgreen Goddess

“What the heck is a microgreen, anyway?” That’s what a long-time Moore Brothers CSA participant asked me yesterday. “Um, I’m not sure. I’ve always assumed they’re just teensy radish greens, but I’ve never looked it up.” Well, now I have. Turns out, they’re pretty much any super-young salad green (arugula, chard, radish, mustard, beet, and…

Start the Clock: Asparagus Tarts

Since Sheila and I were away on vacation last week — missing both the season’s first farmer’s market and first CSA delivery — our Asparagus Clock started yesterday. Yes, the Asparagus Clock. For about seven glorious weeks each year, we binge on fresh, local asparagus. And when I say binge, I mean we probably eat it four times a…

That’s the Spirit: DIY Tonic

Peas—a must-plant for me—will go in the ground sometime in the next few days, and I didn’t sow nearly enough of them last year. So last week I reviewed my sketches of what grew where over the past couple summers—searching for a spot to squeeze in a few more rows—and I was reminded that I didn’t…

Swap-Box Hero: Winter-Radish Edition

We were totally rad. With nearly three hours left in last Wednesday’s pick-up session, our Swap Box was 100% black radishes. That topped the week before, when one, lone, giant kohlrabi prevented a winter-radish clean sweep. I guess I can understand why the black radishes are intimidating. But peel away that rhino hide and you’ll find…

Whoopie. More Carrots.

Another giant bag of giant carrots this week? No big whoop. Make little whoopie pies. Little carrot-cake whoopie pies. Carrot-Cake Whoopie Pies Adapted from a recipe for Inside-Out Carrot Cake Cookies I ripped out of Gourmet about 10 years ago. I prefer a zippier, “cakier” cookie than the original recipe yields, so I up the flour a…

Spritzerdoodles

Just a quickie, squeezed in-between long retail shifts, delightful social engagements, and walking two dogs – twice a day – while Sheila’s scampering around Scandinavia. These are basic, butter Spritz cookies (cue the Sven-Ole arguments whether they’re originally Swedish or Norwegian or Danish) that sub out some of the butter for a healthy(?) glug of egg nog. Dust with a little…

Swap-Box Hero: Roasted Pumpkin Butter

Five pounds? According to John Oliver—in an epic rant against all things pumpkin-flavored—that’s how much pumpkin the average American eats each year. Maybe so. Nevertheless, there were three lovely little Kikuzas and a Queensland Blue in the swap box at the end of last week’s pick-up. So I grabbed a couple. Five pounds. I’m doing my…

Swap-Box Hero: Riches-to-Rags Edition

Ropa vieja. Old clothes. And sure, a stew of shredded flank steak jumbled with strips of poblano peppers does look a bit like tattered rags. But my more romantic etymological theory is that this dish’s name derives from the ease and comfort of a favorite shirt. That’s right, the one Marie Kondo gave you permission to keep—even though…

Ketchup for What?

For fries. For burgers. For schnitzel. For brats. And, yes, for dogs. Three test batches and a couple dozen spoonfuls later, I’m ready to stop tinkering and send Curry Ketchup to the cloud for safe-keeping. I’m going to want to refer to this recipe again. Curry Ketchup So good it made me violate the Chicago Dog rule. Also…

I Saw the Figure 5 in Gold

You could blame Brooks Robinson and George Brett, but mostly you should blame a slap-hitting, drag-bunting, slick-fielding, former Atlanta Braves farmhand named Terry Muck. Terry played short and sometimes second on the Aurora SealMasters, a men’s fast-pitch team from my hometown that won a bunch of National (and World) Championships when I was a kid. Sounds corny, I suppose, but they…