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My favorite flower shop, Ricky’s, has reopened, providing further evidence that Spring is truly here.  He does not yet have his full array of herbs on display but he had enough to make me happy as I walked into the shop. I departed with some standard items, e.g. two different types of thyme, but I also walked out with something new that I’ve never tried to grow before.  Fennel.

The resident chef seemed happy with sight of the little pot on the table.  We’ll see what he does with the feathery fronds in future dishes.  Meanwhile, the other indoor greenery continues to do well, bathed by the light of the new season.

 

 

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Oh, yes, indeed.  I was intentionally playing with my food.

It had been a long day of working with words.  So, at the end of that day, the little kid in me just wanted to dabble in color.

I rose from my desk and walked real fast to the corner store, a Korean market where the owner always greets me with a smile.

She’s used to me now, sometimes entering her store, with no purpose, just to wander the aisles in a bit of a daze, trying to let go of a heady day.

But this day, I had a purpose.  I knew I wanted vegetables to carry home and chop up and photograph in the light of the setting sun.

I wasn’t really thinking dinner. Luckily, Steve always is and so when he returned home, I simply showed him my colorful palette and he saw cooking ingredients.  After a moment of thought, he nodded and said, “I can work with this.”  He would add white garlic and red onions to the mix, but no images of these items do I have for this post because by then I had put my camera away.

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An impulse buy at the grocery store for sure.  A package of eighteen little eggs with so many different patterns on their shells.

A half dozen can fit into my hand at once.  As for preparation …

… something simple.  Perhaps boil them, shell them and place on a bed of mixed lettuce greens.  Add a few sliced cherry tomatoes.  Maybe drizzle the ensemble with a salad dressing made from the aioli Steve made last night.  And yes, that aioli is infused with those mustard greens.  Some toasted bread rubbed with garlic, and I think that’ll do it. 😉

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I mostly remember leafy greens on Sunday.  My mother, with a few helping hands on occasion, would pick the leaves, rinse them to remove any grit, and then place them in a big pot with some ham.  Much water would be added, along with salt and pepper.  The pot would simmer for what seemed like hours.  Once steaming green leaves were piled on dinner plates, sometimes chopped white onions would be tossed on top for a bit of crunch (that’s what my dad liked) and sometimes apple cider vinegar, depending on the type of green.  Of all the greens, kale was my favorite, especially curly kale. After finishing the pot of any type of greens, nothing was better than to drink the remaining flavor-filled pot liquor. Mustard had a peppery bite, the intensity of which I was reintroduced to this past weekend in several interesting dishes that both stirred up these childhood memories and made me reach for my camera.

Mustard Greens

Mustard Greens

Steve bought one small bunch of mustard greens and began to experiment immediately.  The first dish involved adding a small portion of chopped fresh mustard greens to a vegetable stir fry of broccoli, kale and red peppers. The second mustard-infused dish was a homemade hamburger made of finely chopped steak, hen of the woods mushrooms, parmesan cheese, mustard greens and one egg.  The tiny hamburgers were formed, fried and served up on toasted bread with sliced tomatoes and red onions on the side.

Hamburger with Cheese, Mushroom and Mustard Greens

Hamburger with Cheese, Mushroom and Mustard Greens

The third dish was inspired by a particular Japanese method of layering thin slices of seared tuna, white rice, wasabi and shiso.  A spicy mouthful to say the least.  This particular variation on a theme involved cooking white rice and mixing it with fresh chopped green onion and mustard greens.  The rice was served with thin slices of tuna on top and wasabi and soy sauce on the side.  While the tuna is now gone, there is still rice remaining.  I’ve encouraged the chef to turn these leftovers into golden fried cakes.  We’ll see what the new week holds.;)

White Rice with Mustard Green and Green Onions

White Rice with Mustard Green and Green Onions

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Click here to see what it looked like just last week.

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At first I saw a coral beneath the sea.  Then, peering closer, I thought of ghostly maidens doing a little dance beneath the full moon.  In fact, they are mushrooms growing in a “mushroom mini farm.”  The first crop looked just like the image of oyster mushrooms on the box cover.  This second round …  well, I’m not so sure if what’s growing is edible but it sure is interesting visually.

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Foliate Oak is one of a growing number of quality online literary magazines.  Great content and visuals.  It is an honor to have a series of images, Making Pasta, selected to appear in the current issue.  When you have a chance, please take a look.  Just click on the image below.  Given that the chef who made the pasta told me he intends to make no more, well, that makes me especially glad I captured the moment.  And it was tasty too.

Making Pasta Series

Making Pasta Series

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a buttered biscuit, a few blueberries and a drizzle of honey

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“I brought you something,” is what Zoe  said as she reached into her bag.  “An apple.”  A healthy snack.  How lovely, I thought as I glanced at the fruit.  As I looked closer, I could not help but exclaim, “Wow, it is like a sunset held in your hand!”  And what did she say?

She said, “Ha!  I knew you’d see it.  I picked it up and turned it around and knew you would see that landscape.  Your challenge is to photograph it!”  My stomach grumbled just a bit.  “You mean I can’t eat it?”

“Of course you can, ” she said, turning away.  “As soon as you figure out how to capture what you’re seeing.  That’s all.”

I must say it was a bit maddening that day to travel home hoping I didn’t bruise the landscape.  Did I capture it?  I don’t know but I sure had fun trying.  As I post these pictures, the landscape has been consumed.  It was a tasty artistic adventure.  I look forward to future challenges. 😉

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To celebrate Chinese New Year, a friend shared a fresh pineapple.  As I photographed the tasty remains, golden memories surfaced.

Cans of fruit cocktail mixed with jello.  That’s my earliest memory of pineapple.  My mom always poured the jello into a lovely crystal bowl.  One of those bowls that only came out of the cabinet at special times of the year and which we children were forbidden to touch.  It was usually strawberry or cherry jello and so the gold of the pineapple chunks would always stand out magnificently in contrast.  My first fresh pineapple I tasted when an aunt from up north came to visit for a week or so down south.  My younger brother and I watched enrapt as she took our father’s butcher knife and sliced open that fresh pineapple.  She then scooped out the innards, coarsely chopped them and then mixed with some fresh strawberries, a mixture that she then put back into the basket of the pineapple rind.  What a magical event for us.

Nearly two decades later, while traveling in Krabi, Thailand, I sat on a stone wall by the beach digging my toes into the sand.  A wizened little lady came up to me.  She carried a big stick and from the stick hung plastic bags filled with fresh cut pineapple.  I’d been warned to be cautious of purchasing certain food items from street vendors.  But I didn’t want to be rude.  We couldn’t speak the same language but she made clear the price.  Not much in American dollars.  Plus she handed me a sample to taste.  She had small fingers, work-worn, that reminded me of my mother’s.  I bought a whole bag.  Even if the fruit hadn’t been good (though it was), her smile would have been worth the purchase.

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