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The problem with growing season is that it takes its own sweet time. I’m ready.  Ooh am I ready. I’m sick of apples, carrots, turnips, even potatoes and all that heavy winter stuff that you can sauce up only so many ways before it gets really old.

My garden is hitting that tipping point where I’m ready for something fresh – problem is, all those tomatoes, peppers, basil, lettuce – are about an inch high in tiny seed pots on the dining room sill (it’s a big sill).

The barometer though is the raspberries. The leaves are starting and as of Sunday afternoon, the stalks are all cut back and the ground cleared of all the winter leftovers. Raspberries right around the corner?

Hah.

Try July and a second batch in late September. We got a loooong way (and a lot of weeds) to go. And I put the snow shovels away — big mistake maybe?

November Raspberries and Other Stray Thoughts after an Unexpected Month AWOL

November 2, 2009. Really!!

November 2, 2009. Really!!

Sometimes even life intrudes on blogging — and the regular public dissemination of thought processes just has to be set aside. Which doesn’t mean the thought processes go away – just their dissemination.

So with leaves just about down, chilly mornings de rigueur, and the clock pushed back to where it belongs I am inclined to observe … the end of summer, but not quite. You see raspberries are still growing in my backyard and in need of picking every day or so in a large – yes large — container. My freezer is packed with bags of them for use all winter (along with local peaches, blueberries and strawberries), but in the meantime I am enjoying the last fresh ones. Or at least I keep thinking they will be the last. After a summer of rain, cold and other nasty stuff, the raspberry deluge is unexpected and delightful, if full of false hope.

Around me the rest of summer’s fresh food has all but disappeared. The peppers are dwindling at the market. Lettuces and greens are shrinking. Winter squashes, turnips, carrots and potatoes are taking over. “Order your Thanksgiving turkey” – the signs say. My dairy vendor began sell eggnog two weeks ago. I am at once dismayed – but enjoying it immensely.

But all is not lost on the fresh front, as this winter will boast an ever-lengthening list of farmers’ markets. True, they’re always a little produce-starved, but better than nothing. You can check out an incomplete list here on the Connecticut Department of Agriculture website. BUT be sure to add these omissions:

New Haven: CitySeed’s Wooster Square Market runs weekly on Saturdays 9 a.m.-1 p.m. through Dec. 19. Then beginning on Jan. 16, it runs the first and third Saturday of the month 10 a.m.-1 p.m. Yes fans – twice a month this year instead of only once.

Fairfield: Saturdays, 10 a.m.–2 p.m. weekly through May 16. Indoors at the Fairfield Theatre Company, 70 Sanford Street
(across from the 
train station). This market is now in it’s third year with many of the premium suppliers from the Westport summer market.

And in the world of fresh local produce, for those of you who are closer to New York State than most of Connecticut – click here to learn about New York State potatoes developed by Cornell. You may like Yukon Golds, but Cornell potatoes are designed specifically to grow in these environs.

And ask your growers – many Connecticut farmers are planting Adirondack Reds and Blues.

Honey, Look What I Bought at the Market

Truthfully, it was a little questionable we’d get to this point – that late season deluge of local produce, given the early season situation of 2½ months of rain, drowned cherries, what seemed like the shortest strawberry season on record, and the late blight tomato disaster.

But it turned out all that rain was good for some things. For the guys who had tomatoes, boy did they have tomatoes. There were some instances of emergency pick-your-owns for peaches, which were so dense, tree branches were in danger of breaking. And the blueberry season – well it’s still going.

So we’ve definitely hit deluge and it doesn’t take much to completely overdo it at the farmers’ market. We’ve all been there — suddenly the leftover corn from last week is being crowded out by the dozen new ears you decided looked too good to pass up. Ditto the peaches, beans, squash, peppers, and yes tomatoes.

I’m not a canner so my M.O. is to use what I have some way for immediate consumption. Or freeze something cooked, like a sauce. Or freeze the raw items, which I do mainly with fruit to use over the winter in smoothies, since fruit tends to look pretty wretched when it thaws.

But really I’ve been cooking and baking – and EATING – a lot lately. I’m sorting through a stack of recipes I’ve set aside, figuring out which work and which don’t; going back and tinkering with old ones; and just throwing things together.

So some of my suggestions for all that stuff:

TOMATOES: I’m big on quick sauces. I take all my half-ripe, half-rotting, otherwise screwed up tomatoes – cut out the bad stuff and chop up the rest (including the under-ripe parts, skins, seeds). Into a big saucepan goes:

1. Olive oil

2. Some combination of onions/scallions/leeks (sometimes garlic) plus fresh hot peppers of varying heat (I’m long on jalapeños this year) – all sautéed until just soft.

3. Chopped tomatoes. Simmer the whole thing, seasoned with salt, until tomatoes begin to break down and excess liquid is gone. Depending on amount and size of pan – it’s about 20 minutes or so.

Obviously it can go on pasta, but it’s also a great sauce for fish, like grilled monkfish, swordfish or bass. And for those inveterate meat eaters, you can always start of with finely chopped pancetta. Crisp that up and then proceed.

FRUIT: These are recipes I’ve run into in the last few years. All are from gourmet, but they definitely needed some adjusting. The links will get you to the original recipe.

Peach Blueberry Cake – This is truly a slow cooker, and I’ve made it into a deeper cake so cooking time is closer to 2¼ hours.

For the filling: use 2½ pounds of peaches – 8-9 medium ones; 1½ cups blueberries; 1 tablespoon lemon juice; ¾ cup sugar; 2 tablespoons flour; 2 tablespoons tapioca. Best way to prepare filling is to put all the fruit in a bowl; mix it with lemon juice, followed by sugar, followed by flour and tapioca. There is no need to grind anything but the tapioca.

I recommend a 10-inch springform, with foil under it. Do not skip the foil on top.

You can use raspberries instead of blueberries, but you’ll need to increase the tapioca a bit.

Plum Blackberry Streusel Pie – I’d go for about 2¼ pounds of plums and 1 pound of blackberries. Increase the tapioca to 4 tablespoons, but keep the cornstarch the same. This pie expands – so don’t think you can do without the baking sheet underneath.

Buttermilk Raspberry Cake — 1 cup of raspberries is nowhere near enough. I use 2 cups and the recipe works just fine. Bake at 375; 400 is just too high. It might take an extra 5 minutes or so.

CORN: Grilled is best in my book. For leftovers just scrape it off the ear. Nothing fancy needed other than a big knife. Balance the corn on one end and scrape down all the way around. Flip it over and finish the rest. This cornbread recipe is based on one I saw in The NY Times. But frankly I’ve tinkered with it so much at this point, it’s pretty much my own.

Brown Butter Sage Cornbread With Grilled Corn (and optional cheese)

3/8 cup corn oil

¼ cup chopped fresh sage leaves

1 cup flour

1 cup yellow cornmeal

1 tablespoon baking powder

½ teaspoon salt

1¼ cups buttermilk

2 eggs

3 tablespoons sugar

¼ teaspoon baking soda

1-1½  cups kernels scraped from grilled corn

5-6 ounces feta cheese, crumbled — optional

½ stick (4 tablespoons) unsalted butter

Preheat oven to 375 degrees.

Heat oil in a 9-inch cast iron skillet. When hot, add chopped sage and cook until crispy. Scrape oil and sage into a bowl and set aside.

While sage is cooking, in a large bowl, sift together flour, cornmeal, baking powder and salt. In a separate bowl, whisk together buttermilk, oil-sage mixture, eggs, sugar and baking soda. Gently fold wet ingredients into dry ones until just combined. Fold in corn, and optional cheese.

Melt butter in the cast-iron skillet over medium-high heat, tilting pan to coat bottom and sides completely. Cook butter 2 to 3 minutes, until it starts to color and smell nutty. Scrape batter into skillet; smooth surface with a rubber spatula.

Bake until golden and a toothpick inserted in center comes out clean, 30 to 35 minutes. Let cool 5 minutes. Cut into wedges and serve.

Note: If you don’t have cast iron, brown the butter in any kind of pan and pour into an 8- or 9-inch square baking pan.

If you’re not a sage fan – use up some of your hot peppers. Chop them up and fold in with the corn. No need to cook them first.

Do you have some special end-of-summer recipes? Send them along.

First Raspberries

They were tiny, hard and yellow for what seemed like the longest time. And then in the last day or so – an explosion of red.

We have grown raspberries for many years now. First in Colorado, with its 10 minute growing season and wild temperature swings. They were surprisingly sweet and healthy even with the nearly daily onslaught by thunderstorm and occasionally hail.

The habit moved with us back east 10 years ago. The raspberry canes seem to take up a little more of the yard each year. They’ve reached a thick critical mass, which makes pruning and weeding a downright dangerous affair.

With the rain-fest this spring and early summer, we have not watered them once since May. The branches were loading up with unripe fruit – way more than we usually get in the July harvest. A second round in late September into October typically is significantly more abundant, yielding container after container. We eat them, give them away and still have so many that those we choose to freeze last well into the following spring.

But with so little sun, we were beginning to wonder if we’d ever actually see a ripe berry. The birds and squirrels were surveying, but not bothering. The dog, known to help himself, was ignoring. It was getting late and my husband actually broke down and bought a small container from one of the vendors at our local farmers’ market.

I wondered how theirs were ripening. Did they have some secret source of sun? But I disapproved. Our raspberries would come. We make it a point never to buy raspberries anymore. Too expensive. Too disrespectful to our own.

People had been asking: “Any raspberries yet?”

“No. If it ever stops raining. If the sun comes out.”

And then – two tenuous ones over the weekend. And this morning looking out the kitchen window to the green thicket across the way, I could see red. A lot of red. But looks can be deceiving. When you get up close, they’re not always ripe.

“You might want to check the raspberries,” I said to my husband. He picks. I weed and trim. I’m not sure who has the better deal.

And there they were – the first half dozen or so, perfect and large sitting in a white container on the counter.

There are all kinds of things you can do with raspberries: put them in smoothies, fill pies with them, make preserves, sauces, cobblers and crisps.

But the first raspberries – there’s only one thing to do. Eat them.