Alli-yum

I wasn’t keeping count until a croquet-ball-sized one landed on my little toe this morning when I opened the pantry door, but as of a couple hours ago, we had way too many onions on hand. And then I made this sweet onion marmalade. And now Sheila’s asking me to swap for more onions next week….

Brassica in Pocket

I know. It’s been awhile. So, I gotta come back with a bad pun, right? Yep. That’s the rule. But I did, in fact, tuck this bright and hearty and crunchy tossing of greens, Brussels, toasted almonds, and maple-tahini dressing into a pita pocket for lunch a couple weeks ago. And I served it under a…

Taste the Rainbow

Confession: I used to shun the chard. Bulky and mysterious (like its fridge-hog friend, collard greens), chard made it home with me only when the swap box overflowed at the end of pickup day. Not anymore. Thumbing through Yotam Ottolenghi’s Plenty last winter, when the Swiss chard was a weekly sharebox occupant, I ran across…

Yummy Stuff

Well, stuffed Yummies, to be more precise. Yummy peppers are juicy, thick-walled, two-bite little bells that are perfect for jamming with tuna salad, chicken salad, or pesto and cheese, which is perhaps my favorite way to eat them. In fact, we popped about a dozen between the two of us Sunday while waiting for Rio’s closing ceremony to…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…