RED ALERT

BREAKING NEWS.....GOPHER GLEN IS OPEN FOR THE SEASON...We will be going there today. To be sure.

Tartelette: Weekend News Bulletin With A Scoop Of Ice Cream

Tartelette: Weekend News Bulletin With A Scoop Of Ice CreamDoes this look like the end of July or what !

Cravings

Some people crave chocolate, cookies, ice cream, Snickers, M&M's or
Almond Joy. I crave focaccia. It started out innocently enough and at a very young age. As a child, we would go to Santa Cruz to visit Uncle Mill (Emillio) my aunt Rose who we all called Gog..I still to this day don't know what that means..and Noni, my great grandmother. Every Sunday we made the pilgrimage over Highway 17 from Los Gatos over to the beach. It took only 30 minutes, but when your 8...it felt like FOREVER. But it was worth it. We went for lunch, but it was more like dinner. And served at one o' clock. Uncle Mill always had something on the grill. Usually lamb or pork.
Gog and Noni would be in the kitchen making the raviolis. The pasta stretched into long thin sheets, filled with swiss chard from the garden, ricotta and herbs. After the raviolis were boiled, they were slid into a big earthenware bowl and dressed with just butter and sage. And then, the best part. The focaccia. All salty and both crunchy and soft. One bite, and a lifelong love was born.

Fair Time

It's country fair time here on the Central Coast of California. And everyone is excited about it. Except me. I'm going to say it. I don't like it. There. I used to love it. But that was "back then". When it was "old fashioned and farmy". Today, it's all about the "big entertainment". People pushing and shoving to see Carrie Underwood or Tim McGraw. Don't get me wrong. I actually like country music. But it is not what the fair that I know and love brings to mind. My mind goes to canned goods. Not Tim McGraw. I loved looking at all the vegetables in jars. Jars filled with corn relish, chow-chow, green beans, dill pickles and beets. And the jam and jelly..Oh, please, don't even get me started in that department. I didn't just admire all the jewel toned jars, I swooned. I think part of what I liked so much was imagining what the kitchens looked like from where theses treasures where made. Red gingham curtains flapping in the warm summer breeze, an old Wedgewood stove with the jars bouncing and rattling in the hot water, a peach pie cooling on the windowsill. And the lady in charge...she had not just come from getting a manicure..you can be assured. Nope, she's been out in the garden. Picking lemon cucumbers to have sliced alongside the meatloaf that she is making for dinner. Dressed in a short sleeved Ship-N-Shore blouse, denim pull-me-up pants and Keds.

My other favorite part was the garden vegetables. The huge orange pumpkins, the green beans, tomatoes, beets...but really and truly for me..it was all about the corn. All the different kinds just fascinated me. Still does. They way they were all layed out on the tables. Silver Queen, country gentleman, peaches & cream, honey & cream, kandy korn, early & often, golden bantam, sweet summer, sugar pearl, corn maple sugar. I am wondering if it is the corn I loved....or the names.

I have planted corn every summer since I was in kindergarten. No matter where I have lived, always...even if it meant the front yard in order to get the good south facing sun. I am in love with corn. Just the other day I heard mine rustling in the garden and I raced to turn down my KJUG radio so I could listen to that instead.

So this year, once again, I'll sit out the fair. I'd rather be home. Watering my corn.

Squirrel Love

I don't know what it is but I have a thing for squirrels. I always have. When we lived in Cambria my house was named "Squirrel Cottage". You have to be careful with a love like that. It invites trouble. Have you seen those squirrel salt and pepper shakers of the vintage variety? There must be a thousand different versions of those things. And I think I have all of 'em. Birthdays and holidays are potential land mines when it comes to squirrel love. There is squirrel everything. And I have seen it all ! Squirrel tee shirts, aprons, tea towels, pot holders, tablecloths, candles, pajamas, slippers, socks, garden art of all kinds, books with squirrels, pictures of squirrels and even..hey..squirrel cookies. Yep, and I am to blame for that. I was asked to bake some one year for a wildlife Christmas tree and now I knew I had to pay.
The recipe below is from a book called " The Blessing Of Toads " by Sharon Lovejoy.

These cookies are for squirrels and birds..but I like 'em too.
We don't live in Cambria anymore...but I still have secret squirrel love.

Kary's Squirrel Cottage Cookies

Hang these treats from tree boughs for squirrels to nibble on.

Makes 2 dozen cookies.

1 cup butter,softened
1/3 cup granulated sugar
1 egg
2 cups all-purpose flour
1/2 cup finely chopped nuts (toasted almonds,peanuts,walnuts or pecans)
1/2 cup cornmeal

Heat oven to 350 degrees F
Cream butter, sugar and egg together
Stir in flour and nuts and mix well
Shape into balls the size of walnuts
Place on ungreased cookie sheet
Place cornmeal in a small bowl
Dip the bottom of a drinking glass into the cornmeal, then flatten the dough balls with bottom of glass
With a straw, make a hole near the center of each cookie
Bake for 14 to 16 minutes
Place cookies on a rack to cool
String twine through holes and hang cookies from branches

Heat Warning

Here on the Central Coast of California we have just been issued a heat warning. Temperatures are to exceed 100 degrees in the next few days. Lucky for me, I don't live in Paso Robles where it can reach as high as 112 degrees or more. Here in San Luis Obispo we will reach 90..maybe 100. But on the bright side, my tomatoes love it, and they are coming on now. More everyday. And I don't know what it is, but these tomatoes are even better than the ones in the farmers market. They are the kind that you picked as a kid and popped in your mouth while they were still warm. That "Hot Pop" of tomato in your mouth..juice running down your chin kinda tomato.
Walking past the plants late in the afternoon you get that "tomato smell".

The other day while when I was in Barnes and Noble I picked up the summer issue of "Culture" the word on cheese. What a great magazine. Now I want to try making homemade cheese. I think I'll start with mozzarella...and work my way up from there.

Tonight I am making eggplant parmesan..using my tomatoes from the garden. And if I had it together..the mozzarella would be made by me.