berry, berry good

When I was little, one summer I picked blackberries that grew wild along the creek at Historic Harriton House in Bryn Mawr.  It was a hot summer day, and a memory that stayed with me.

I am sorry, maybe it is simple, but there is something so awesomely cool about being able to pick your own berries….and guess what has been growing along one fence line that I did not notice until today?

Blackberries.

They are just starting to ripen.  I picked about a pint in the twilight.

Hopefully I missed the poison ivy :<}  And I also noticed the pear trees are actually producing fruit.

I love discovering things in my own garden.

 

eat fresh, buy local

Neighbors Main Line/Philly.com:  

Posted: Tue, Jul. 3, 2012, 7:28  PM

Eat locally: Farm fresh fruits and veggies from your own  ZIP code

Read more by clicking HERE 

And of all the super coolness possible with this byline, it is also over on the main news stack under food.  My byline right up near Craig LeBan.  Who woulda’ thunk it?  I love to write, and this is some amazing validation.  And I am thrilled to be able to write about things I love!

scents of summer…

The scents of summer are as important as the visual cues we get that stay embedded deep in our brains for who knows how long.  Seasons always evoke memories.  And a summer scent or smell is definitely the smell of hand-washed vintage table linens drying in the sun.

 

 

but honey, I need a cookie

When I was little my mother tells me that one time I wanted a cookie and she said “no”.  Apparently, my reply was “But honey, I need a cookie.”

So the twelve-year-old in the house has been away visiting relatives out-of-state and I decided he might want some fresh-baked cookies when he gets home.  After all, you are never too old or too cool for a cookie.

I made my peanut butter cookies, and lucky all of you, the recipe is as follows for you to try yourselves – trust me you will love them.  They are chewy in the middle, crunchy outside and delicious!

Peanut Butter Deluxe Cookies

Pre-heat over to 300 degrees.

2 cups flour

1/3 cup oatmeal (as in plain, not flavored) 

1/2 teaspoon baking soda

1/4 teaspoon salt

healthy dash green cardamom powder

healthy dash cinnamon

1 1/2 cups brown sugar

1 cup Domino’s Demera Washed Raw Cane Sugar 

1 cup of salted butter (soft, not melted)

3 eggs

1 cup crunchy peanut butter

2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract

bag peanut butter chips (the Reese’s brand is 1 1/3 cups)

back of Heath Bar toffee chips (also on the smaller side) 

Cream butter, both kinds of sugar together.  Until the proverbial fluffy (it doesn’t really look fluffy but that is what they say when you cream, right?) Alternate adding eggs one by one with peanut butter and vanilla.  Blend for a couple of minutes – start on low, and work up to medium with hand-held mixer.  (And wear an apron, or you will end up like me today, which was wearing batter and there will be no photo on that!)

In another bowl, mix dry ingredients together.  You can sift together if you want, I don’t.

Mix the two bowls together – I usually find it easiest to add the dry to the wet ingredients bowl.

Add the chips (toffee and peanut butter)

Drop by teaspoonful 2 inches apart on ungreased cookie sheets.  I use parchment paper or silicone baking sheets on my cookie pans.  And I prefer the shiny silver AirBake insulated cookie sheets, just for the record.

Bake for 17 to 19 minutes depending on your oven.  My oven today decreed 19 minutes a batch .

Cool on cookie sheet on a cooling rack for a couple of minutes before moving cookies to a cooling rack to cool down completely.  Keep repeating until batter is gone.  I got like five dozen cookies out of the recipe today.  Store in a cookie tin and they will keep a couple of weeks if they are not devoured by then.

no one here but us chickens

You know me and my love affair with a picker’s paradise known as the Smithfield Barn on Little Conestoga.  (Of course I wish I knew what town it was officially in, versus betwixt and between Eagle and Elverson.)

I love depression glass.  Not all, but different things here and there.  I have always wanted white, not too large milk glass chickens.

Guess what I found at the barn last weekend? Chickens!  And they were bargains.  I am not telling you what, but trust me, you couldn’t even get such a deal on eBay.

They were loaded with stuff and a lot of people were digging.  I haven’t received an e-mail yet saying if Kris will be there this weekend or not, but if you drive by and the doors are open, it generally means they are too.

 

 

 

fireworks and the fourth of july

I was a child born in the Society Hill section of Philadelphia.  Pre-Bicentennial, but still, I always think of Independence Hall, Thomas Jefferson, Benjamin Franklin, George Washington, John Adams, and so on when I think of the 4th of July.  I also think of water ice and fireworks and backyard BBQs.

I have not celebrated July 4th in Philadelphia for years as it is craziness meets hot and crowded is not relaxing for me.  The fireworks at the art museum are pretty cool, I must admit, but throngs of hot, sweaty people and still urban air doesn’t do it for me anymore.

As for fireworks, I love them….provided they are done by professionals. Fireworks, once you get past the over-sized sparklers and packs they sell this time of year in tents in grocery store and strip mall parking lots, should be left to the professionals.

And it has been pretty dry with a lot of heat, so I truly hope people go to see fireworks, and don’t run the risk of setting their neighbors’ roofs or trees on fire.  Besides, you know every July 4th, some firework novice hurts themselves or someone else.

We have neighbors on an adjacent street whose music I love when they pipe it out to their pool and it travels across the big back yards around here.  But when they do their fireworks?  Well they point them at the rest of us in the neighborhood, and every now and again you feel like you are ground zero.

Leave the fireworks to the professionals.  Just saying.

 

 

meanwhile, back in elverson…

I try not to judge, but heck, I am a blogger and to me this is Fred G. Sanford meets Jed Clampett. Or maybe an episode of “Hoarders” yet to happen…I get people have a right to have their property like they want within reason, but really? Is this the new house proud?

 

grilling…yum

Summer grilling is a fine way to beat the heat.  Here are photos of a recent dinner – grilled pork chops and fresh green beans from Queen’s Farm at the West Chester Growers Market.

The pork was marinated in my homemade BBQ sauce and a lil’ something extra, and the beans were done sort of the way my friend Betty Foo cooks them at Hu Nan Restaurant in Ardmore – stir fried with fresh garlic and crushed red pepper.

(And yes, another way to beat the heat is of course just to go to Hu Nan in Ardmore.  Trust me, it’s not like most Chinese restaurants – it is awesome.  BYOB.)