Saturday, December 31, 2016

Wood urchins

These chestnut hulls on the ground near the woods where Callie likes to walk reminded me of sea urchins. Apparently people eat sea urchins, but I've never tasted one. When I see them being opened and eaten on television, they don't look all that appetizing, and there's not much to eat in one urchin. Perhaps they're an "acquired taste." I wouldn't be against trying (after all, I eat snails and gizzards), but I'm not rushing out to get some.

Chestnuts are edible, but it's easier to buy them in cans and jars, shelled and cooked, ready to use.

Enjoy your New Year's Eve! It's unlikely that we'll make it to midnight, so we'll be having our New Year's Eve oysters at lunchtime, as usual. Tomorrow we have black-eyed peas on the menu. Yum!

Friday, December 30, 2016

Nipping at your nose

Jacques Frost has been busy these past few mornings. With lows just under freezing, we wake up to a frosty landscape. That's normal for this time of year, of course. But it doesn't really feel all that cold outside. For one thing, there is no wind. That makes a big difference.

Wednesday's light frost gave everything a little tinge of white.

Also, the sky is clear and the sun shines. That is, it did until yesterday afternoon when a thick fog formed. From what I can see out the window this morning, it's still pretty foggy out there. The sun won't be up for another hour and a half. I'm hopeful it will be able to burn off the fog, but it may not. We could be in for a gray day.

Thursday, December 29, 2016

Raisins in the frost

As predicted, our mornings are now colder with lots of frost. Callie and I had a nice walk on Wednesday morning, and she came back with frosty paws. That's much better than muddy paws; a quick wipe with a towel and she's ready to come inside. No fuss, no muss.

A few grapes that the mechanical harvester missed, now dried on the vine and touched by frost.

We're sliding toward the new year. On Saturday we plan to go to the market for oysters, a traditional New Year's food in France. Ken's been thinking about crab, so we might also look for tourteau at the fish monger's stand. It's another typical French holiday food and is often sold already cooked.

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Aunt Kathy's cranberry sauce

I remember Thanksgivings at Gram's from when I was a kid. Lots of activity, the dining room table extended for a crowd, the smells of holiday fare emanating from the kitchen. Gram had a big turkey roaster out on the enclosed, but unheated, back porch off the kitchen, a kind of stand-alone electric oven into which a very large turkey could be lowered for roasting. The cover lifted off for periodic basting of the bird. I've never seen another one like it.

A small serving of Aunt Kathy's cranberry relish. Sweet and tart!

Along with the mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing, yams, and a myriad of vegetables, there was always cranberry sauce. It was the jellied kind from the can, of course, slid out and sliced into deep red disks. I loved that stuff. But there was also another kind of cranberry sauce, a sort of relish, that my Aunt Kathy made. I learned to like that even more, and have made it for my own table for many years. I don't think Aunt Kathy invented it, but I wonder whether it was a family recipe, one she found in a cookbook, or if the recipe came from the back of the bag of cranberries. Wherever it came from, it was simple and delicious: a bag of fresh cranberries, an unpeeled seedless (navel) or seeded orange, and a cup of granulated sugar. She put all the ingredients in a blender and chopped them into a relish, then let it sit for a few hours.

It's very hard to find fresh cranberries here in the French countryside. We've found them a time or two (and thanks to a friend up north, had them mailed to us one year). This year I wondered if dried cranberries might work. We find those, partially dehydrated like raisins (in fact, I think there's a similar product in the US called "craisins"), in the supermarket here. I soaked the cranberries for a while to reconstitute them and made the sauce in the food processor as normal, except that I used less sugar because the dried cranberries are already sweetened. It worked! The flavor is not exactly the same as it is with fresh berries, but it's close enough, and we ate it up with our Christmas bird. We even enjoyed it with foie gras! Celebratory food is often about memory and this cranberry sauce always reminds me of those holidays at Gram's house. Thanks Aunt Kathy!

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Blueberry tart

I had a "senior moment." They're becoming more and more common around here. Ahem. I ordered a traditional French holiday yule log cake from our local bakery to have for dessert on Christmas day. It was delivered on Saturday afternoon. Earlier that day, in a flurry of activity, I made a blueberry tart for dessert on Christmas day. And it wasn't that I forgot about the cake. I just had it in my head that I needed to get dessert made on Saturday because the oven would be in use on Sunday morning.

A blueberry tart sprinkled with powdered sugar.

So we had two desserts. And both are good. I picked the blueberries at a local farm back in July and froze them for use through the fall and winter (we still have a good supply in the freezer). So since Sunday we've been alternating between the cake, which is frosted with a coffee-flavored pastry cream, and the tart. Not to mention a nice plate of holiday cookies baked and offered by a friend...

Monday, December 26, 2016

Noël au balcon...

... Pâques aux tisons. That well-known French proverb may very well apply this year. It means, "Christmas on the balcony, Easter in front of the fire." In other words, if Christmas is warm, Easter will be cold. And this Christmas was very mild. We'll see what it's like in mid-April.

Nothing says winter in France like clémentines. I love them. Sorry for the bad photo.

Today is supposed to be the last warm day for a while. Temperatures are predicted to chuter (fall dramatically) by Tuesday morning, with lows near or below freezing for the week, depending on whose weather forecast you consult. I'll certainly keep you posted.

Sunday, December 25, 2016

Merry Christmas

This is an oldie, but goodie: Callie as Puppy Claus. She was just a year or two old and I photoshopped a Santa hat onto her head.

Puppy Claus brought Callie a whole bunch of rawhide chews this year.

Enjoy the holiday if you're celebrating! Enjoy Sunday if you're not!