July 2009

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Ahh, another deeply satisfying Facebook reunion.  I’ve known Gretchen since elementary school, and for anyone interested in the math – that’s more than thirty years!  She came into town on Monday for a business trip, and we were lucky enough to eat lunch and spend the afternoon together.  It was a whirlwind of Porque Non?!, VooDoo Donuts, and Northwest 23rd, including the least welcoming greeting from a fella who’d had one too many, or perhaps, not quite enough.

I’ll admit that I was a little nervous about our visit.  Gretchen and I had always been on the periphery of each other’s lives.  We knew the same people, but ran in different circles – she was a cheerleader, played softball, and sang in choir.  I wasn’t terribly athletic, only sang in the car, and had, let’s just say, slightly less mainstream pursuits.  What might we talk about besides the weather and beautiful Portland, Oregon?

I turns out, a lot, and the conversation came so easily, too.  In fact, we talked (and laughed) so much that my throat is still sore.  Of course we reminisced about all the people from school, but the highlight, at least for me, was really learning about Gretchen as a person.  She’s had her share of heartaches in the years since high school, but in no way have they diminished her intelligence, empathy, caring, or passion for life.  I had always thought she was pretty, but now, I know she’s beautiful, inside and out.  I’m really looking forward to our next thirty years of friendship!

Nocino

A few weeks ago, while noshing on a salad at the New Season’s deli, I read an article in MIX magazine about a couple who throw a Nocino making party every summer.  I felt a pang of envy as they described it – bringing friends together to have a barbecue and shake the backyard walnut tree to gather the green pods before mixing it all together to make the beginnings of a delicious liqueur.

Frankly, it made me wish we had kept looking for a country home, one where we would have enough room for a walnut, hazelnut, another apple, another cherry, as well as more blueberries, raspberries, and whatever else my heart wants to grow.  I know I like city life too much for that, but if I could find a way to squeeze in a couple of nut trees, I’d be one happy camper, and not just so I could make booze.  As much as I’ve written about it lately, I’m no lush.  Maybe there are dwarf varieties?  I need to do some research.

Anyhoo, to the nocino.   It sounds like it is right up my alley – highly flavorful, a little sweet, always good, like the  tawny port, sherry, Galliano, and Absinthe I adore.  I enjoy having a very small glass (the hubster teases me about this), sipping it over the course of an hour.  I let the liquid sit on my tongue, imbuing my mouth with goodness before it warms by throat and belly.  I am also big on making Kir, a white wine (or the Royale with champagne) and liqueur mixture very popular in France.  Practically every restaurant and bar serves it, and we’ve had many varieties – the typical black currant, as well as raspberry, peach, and chestnut.  Oh so delicious and summery.

So when we had the rather good fortune of coming upon a walnut tree at a park on our adventure this weekend, I was tickled pink.  I wouldn’t be able to have a party on such short notice, but at least I could give the liqueur a try.  We picked what we needed and bought the necessary supplies on the way home.

40 green walnuts, picked early enough so they are easily cut with a knife

2 cinnamon sticks

6 whole cloves

zest of one and a half lemons

2 1/2 cups sugar

1.75 liter bottle of vodka

Rinse and pat dry the walnuts.  Apparently the juice of the walnut makes a permanent dark stain, even though the juice is clear initially.  I wore gloves and grubby clothes and used the underside of my cutting board, just in case.  Cut the walnuts into quarters with a sharp knife or cleaver.  Be careful, especially if you picked them a tad late, like me, as some of them will be a little hard and shoot across the cutting board.  The Italians recommend picking the nuts on June 24th – a magic night before San Giovanni when medicinals are at their peak.

Put walnuts, spices, zest, sugar, and vodka into a large glass container, covering the walnuts.  Cover and shake well.  Store for six to eight weeks, shaking every few days.  It will get darker as the days go by.  Mine is already much darker than when I started on Saturday (it was almost clear).

When you are ready to bottle, remove the walnuts and solids with a slotted spoon, remembering that the liquid will stain.  Strain through cheese cloth or coffee filters into glass bottles.  Cap or cork tightly, and allow to sit for another month or two.  Apparently, if you’ve got the patience to let it sit another year, or two, or even three, it is something quite special.  I think I’ll make my batch to have now and later.

Variations – some call for the combination of orange and lemon zest, orange on its own, the addition of star anise, and vanilla.  The amount of sugar also varies.  I didn’t want mine too syrupy, so I used half a cup less than the average recipe and a little more vodka.  Finally, some recipes say the mixture should be left in a sunny spot, others a cool, dark one.  I opted for cool and dark, so the cats can’t knock it over.  I think it is as diverse and special as the people who make it.  I sure hope so…

I want to swim in that pool, under the clear skies of summer, drunk on my own love for the water, life, and music, in particular, these songs.  Welcome to my summer play list.   There is no variety in the artists, just the albums and their varying degrees of dreaminess, twang, and rock, but that suits me just fine.

The Tennessee Fire

“By My Car”

“The Dark”

“If All Else Fails”

Z

“Knot Comes Loose”

“Gideon”

“It Beats 4 U”

It Still Moves

“Golden”

“Mahgeetah”

At Dawn

“I Needed It Most”

“If It Smashes Down”

“Bermuda Highway”

“Hopefully”

“The Way That He Sings”

Wonder

A murder of Crows

Makes a terrible noise.

A warm wind whips the curtain to life,

And grey clouds fill the summer sky.

Bees buzz and zip,

Certain of their destination,

While I, with wonder, happily stand by…

Colleen Sohn

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I haven’t actually made bacon yet, but I am going to try.  I’m not kidding.  Why not?  I made marshmallows yesterday afternoon.  Marshmallows!  I would show you a picture, but they turned out, well, beige, and not terribly pretty.  There are some kinks to the recipe that I will note for the future – like getting as much of the sticky mess out of the bowl in one go, so there are no funky blobs on top.  As for the beige color, it is likely a shade Martha Stewart would paint her walls, kind of pretty actually, just not marshmallow-y.  Don’t worry though, it wasn’t because something went wrong.  Since I am an all things organic kind of gal, the sugar and corn syrup I used were not white and clear, but on the brown side, making everything beige.  Yummy, however.  Sticky, yummy, gooey, good!

The inspiration for all this making?  The lovely book pictured above.  I spied it on Amazon a few weeks ago and then bought it on a little spree at Powell’s Books for Home and Garden.  My goodness is that a dangerous place under the influence of wine.  Thankfully, unlike other times I have imbibed with abandon, I have no regrets.

Speaking of imbibing, I also made the recipe for Rumkirschen.  Dark rum + simple syrup + the neighbor’s pie cherries (hand picked by moi) + one week to steep = delicious.  We mixed the concoction with some sparkling water and enjoyed a seriously pretty and summery drink.  Watch out for the cherries, however.  They pack a punch!

There are also recipes for crackers, two kinds of lemoncello, mustard, pickles, olives, butter, cheese,  pasta, and much more.  My hat is off to Karen Solomon for a fun and inspiring book, filled with Colleen-style projects.  I’m sure I’ll return to it time and again.

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