Archive for April, 2009

Butter Tarts

Thursday, April 30th, 2009
That one that's second in from the left, on the bottom? That's the only one you should look at.

That one that's second in from the left, on the bottom? That's the only one you should look at.

We live next door to Canada – you can be in St. George in a couple hours from here – so we’re familiar with their cuisine.  Poutine, KD, Tim Horton’s (all of which I can do without) and those jewels in the crown – butter tarts. I’ve had them from bakeries and been reasonably fond of these bite-sized pecan pies-with-benefits, but then Bethany’s Canadian fiance Ben brought a homemade one for me to try. That was it, I fell in love. Ben is very nice, too.

I’ve made them several times since then and taken a few shortcuts on a recipe that I took parts of from several different websites and library books, mostly The Best of Bridge – Royal Treats for Entertaining by Halpen Brimacombe, who probably went to Hogwarts.The recipe below is how I like them – with toasted pecans and raisins – but they are often found in their minimalist state, with simply the pastry crust and the filling.

Butter Tarts

Pate Brisee: 1 1/4 C flour, 1/2 tsp. salt, 1 Tbs sugar, 1/2 C unsalted butter, chilled, 1/4 C ice water. Make the pastry crust in the usual way in a food processor. Dump the dough out on to wax paper and form a log about 3″ diameter, set aside in a cool place. Don’t wash out the food processor.

Toast 1/2 C pecans, chop fine in the food processor and set aside in a bowl. Soften 1/2 C raisins in lemonade, set aside.

Filling: To the (empty, but unwashed) food processor, add 1/3 C unsalted butter cut into 1″ pieces, 1 C brown sugar and mix to a paste, add 2 large eggs and 1 tsp vanilla and mix briefly. Add 1/4 C light cream or half and half, mix.  Leave the filling in the food processor for now.

Go back to the log of pastry and divide it into 12 pieces. Roll each piece into a 4″ diameter circle. This dough is probably sticky when warm, but it’s only warm in my kitchen on August afternoons when I’m not inside rolling out pastry dough. Be forewarned and use a considerable amount of flour. Lay the dough into a 12 well muffin tin and add the pecans and raisins. Mix the filling one more time for about 5 seconds in the food processor, then pour over the nuts and raisins to fill each cup.

Bake at 375 for about 20 minutes, until the crust is browned and the filling is set. Allow to cool to fully set and eat at least one standing over the sink.

Only on sunny weekend days

Sunday, April 26th, 2009

The species tulips are blooming along the south wall of the house. Originally from Crete, they flourish in the dry, sandy soil by the foundation and multiply furiously every year. They are completely care and pest free, even the deer don’t seem to favor them. The only down side is that they only bloom during the hours of direct sun. When I leave for work in the  morning the blossoms are closed, pale pyramids against the green foliage – the same when I return home and the sun is gone from that side of the building. But today was Sunday, and I walked along the wall and admired the display.

Noon and night.

Species tulip, bright as dayClosed.

First meal from this year’s garden

Saturday, April 25th, 2009

The sorrel is up in enough quantity to make dinner.

sorrellCommon Sorrel or Garden Sorrel (Rumex acetosa)  Sorrel has been in cultivation for centuries. It has a strong lemon taste (some people think it tastes like kiwi) due to a high concentration of oxalic acid.  I picked about 2 cups of leaves (packed),  sauteed chopped onions and garlic chives (also up in the garden)  in butter, made a roux with a little flour, added chicken stock and white wine and added the chopped sorrel. Serve on buttered toast points.

Not much else is in bloom and the trees are just barely budded. Today the thermometer hit 70 and the leaves appeared to swell as I watched. The heather and squill in the alpine garden are full of  orchard mason and bumblebees.

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Time for a work post

Thursday, April 23rd, 2009

The Salt-glazed Pot

The Salt-glazed Pot, 18″ x 24″, pastel on board

I ran across all the sketches, photos and color swatches for this piece last night as I was cleaning up my studio area. The teapot is very old, salt-glazed at a factory in central Connecticut, the bowl is Danish. This one spot on our kitchen table is brilliantly lit for a few weeks in the winter.

Bee post

Monday, April 20th, 2009

One of the recent developments in beekeeping is “box theft”. Most professionals in the pollination business have hundreds of hives in remote locations – because commercial orchards are huge tracts of land and anyway, the whole point of hive location is to keep the bee-ways from intersecting with people movement. Bee commuters and human commuters don’t play well together. Meanwhile, bees are dying and colonies are scarce and ever more valuable. Stealing them is easy, establishing ownership of a particular box of bees is hard. There are complex solutions like dye and DNA typing, but most people brand their woodenware. It’s fast, permanent, and doesn’t bother the inhabitants. I have two hives on an island and am not feeling too threatened, but I do have a brand.

My grandfather, Louis Harrison Barnard, had a dairy farm. The barns burned (twice) and there isn’t much left except some photos and a few items that weren’t flammable. The brand is about three feet long. The handle is a smooth steel rod that has been fashioned into a loop at the top. The business end is attached to a rough rectangle about 8″ long and letters (reversed as type) have been welded to the face. This isn’t the sort of implement that was used on livestock -  I imagine it was burned into the wooden milk cartons and wagon stakes and a lot of other things that went up in the fire.

Last night I made chicken on the barbeque and set the iron in the coals. Then I hauled all my new woodenware out to a gravel area and went to town.

woodenware

Shore leave

Sunday, April 19th, 2009

Dulse huntingMy friend Susan and I gathered seaweed today. The weather was bright and cool, not too warm for hard work, and we’re still pre-mosquito season.  We arrived at 1:00 p.m., dead low tide, for the best picking – wet seaweed is incredibly heavy while the stuff that’s had half a day to dry is just like paper. The tide here runs about 12′, from the dark wet rocks on the right to dry weed on the left of the photo. The channel runs deep and fast by this beach and alternates between leaving huge bunkers of seaweed behind and scrubbing it all away, even taking the rosa rugosa that divide the sand from the freshwater swamp just inland, that today was  filled with bright green skunk cabbages.

Most of what we gathered today is Dulse, palmaria palmata, loaded with sand and brine shrimp (which the robins will eat for the first few days). The fronds will decay quickly  in the garden and add minerals and nutrients. And it gives us a great excuse to go to the beach.

New work

Thursday, April 16th, 2009

The House at the End of the Lane

Finally off the easel: pastel, 18″ x 24″, a view down one of the many roads to the working waterfront in Southwest Harbor.

New home for beans. . .

Tuesday, April 14th, 2009

cinder-block-bed-constructionIt’s hard to see in this picture, through the strawberry plants and woodchips, but I’ve started a permaculture in the immediate vicinity of  the house (just to your right in this picture). The area is paved with large rocks, taking advantage of the heat from, and reflected by, the building, and conserving moisture. Fortunately, when I built the original wooden bed on this site I  measured it for an even number of blocks and therefore didn’t have to move any paving stones when wood became CBUs.

The blocks are dry stacked, no mortar. I dig about a foot down and lay a trench of screened gravel to set the first row.  Digging below the frost line here would have me going down six feet, and I can’t do that without a blasting permit.  Some of my earlier beds are two winters old now and are still standing. If a block pushes out I just dig a new space for it and push it back in (use a rubber mallet or your booted foot – not your hand).

Fresh off the project, I have some lessons learned for dry-stacking blocks on a sunny afternoon: 1) wear gloves and a canvas apron, 2) your eye is good, but the level is your friend, 3) keep the surface of the blocks clean as you build – that stray grain of sand is the pea in your mattress, 4) sit and admire your work every once in a while, listen to the wood frogs, and 5) when you’re all done and the tools are put away have an Advil, or Arnica or vodka, or possibly all three.

I’m planning to surface bond this bed as an experiment. It will be planted with Jade and Provider green bush beans, with nasturtium in the cells around the edge. Now on to the A., A. and V.

cinder-block-bed-construction-ii

Bunny Cake

Sunday, April 12th, 2009

My mother won this Bunny CakeWilton Holiday Mold at her job in the early 70′s. I guess this is now a collectible antique, since the current Wilton Bunny is a different pose. Those ears are always problematic and the new version looks sturdier. I used the Devils Food Cake recipe in the Joy of Cooking and vanilla buttercream for the frosting. We were traditionalists this year and went for pink jellybean eyes and tinted ears and grass. Some years we’ve had a vanilla pound cake bunny with “wild rabbit” chocolate ganache, and the red jelly bean eyes give a demonic effect. I took another picture of this one later in the day to document the “evil twin”. The little blue flowers are Siberian Squill, the only flower blooming in my garden right now excepting the heath, which has been in flower on and off since February. Later in the day. . .

bunny-2

Best. Anniversary. Ever.

Wednesday, April 8th, 2009

Now there have been memorable anniversaries before this. Year 5 was tire chains for my truck. Year 18 was a huge pile of lama dung and boy howdy, the sunflowers went to 10′ that year. Last year was the “small arms” anniversary – The Man was having squirrel problems.

23, however, is the cinder block anniversary. I came home to a pallet of 180 CBUs* neatly wrapped and topped with a bow, just waiting to be stacked in raised garden beds and a plinth for my outdoor wood oven project. I swear, if I didn’t have so much to do tonight I’d be out there with my head lamp and leather gloves . . . it had better be a nice weekend, that’s all I’m saying.

best anniversary evah

*Concrete Building Units. 180 of them!