Wednesday, June 6, 2012

irony


Our plucky heroine has returned from summer vacation, and it was a whole lot of different sparkley iconic bits jumbled into a five day road trip... After spending the night at Emerald Keep, we headed west and north, stopping by FjordsEnd on the way out of town, and then out Route 3 towards the peninsula beyond... Just before downtown Shelton, a tourist photo opportunity appeared:

By the side of the road is a slice of really big log, welcoming you to town


The tree it was cut from was over six centuries old


There is the wheel from a truly huge band-saw


with an explanatory plaque...


and if you look through the gap in the trees,
at the bottom of the hill are stacks and stacks and stacks of much smaller logs.
Like the sign says: Keep Mason County green!

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(From there we continued northwest uphill and down and round about, all the way to Sequim, and a bunch more adventures over the weekend. It was a great getaway. Tune in tomorrow for a very few pictures about Junefaire...)

Thursday, May 31, 2012

hand to hand


from my hands in the kitchen, to our hands for lunch... small pies are only a few bites to eat, so much less untidy when out and about. This time I made two different fillings, my favorite Icelandic chicken (bacon/chicken/sage) and a not-really-spanikopita (spinach/mushooms/feta) and I made some "renaissance pastry" to use as a crust, basically a standard piecrust strengthened with the addition of an egg yolk mixed in. Used some of the good lard from New Seasons instead of butter, as the last time I used that there was a definite increase in flakiness and tastiness of the crust.

To prep the fillings, I sauteed a double handful of chopped up mushrooms, let them cool and mixed in spinach and about a third of a pound of mild feta. As an experiment, I tried the pre-chopped frozen organic spinach from Trader Joes. Never again!! Yes, it was chopped, but there were not only a LOT of large tough stems, but a lot of unknown undesirably yellow and brown leafage. It took over an hour to sort out the less desirable vegetation from the nice soft leaves. Next time I will start with fresh spinach, it is faster and cheaper. (with the spinach, it is always necessary to really squeeze out the excess fluid before using it as a filling, lest your pies be all watery inside) The chicken thighs simply chopped into chunks and partially cooked, again so as to be neither too juicy or to shrink down inside the pies.

The addition of one egg yolk makes a huge difference in how the crust handles. Rather than roll out and cut circles, I just cut the piecrust into a dozen even chunks and patted them out into rough circles, dolloped the filling (for the spinach), or layered a half bacon slice, some chicken chunks and a couple of fresh sage leaves, and just like playdough raised the edges and sealed them. It seemed like a good idea to differentiate the veggie from the chook pies, so the veggie got wavy crimps on top, and the chook got the crimps on the bottom and three little crust dots on the top. Final flourish was a bit of egg wash (an egg yolk stirred up with a bit of water, brushed over the uncooked crust.

Ta da... I may have been a bit overenthusiastic with the amount of filling vs the thinness of the crust, as a few of the spinach ones burst open a bit. Was okay, allowed a bit of taste testing on the one with the largest blow-out... Very tasty, if a wee bit bland. Next time will probably up the amount of feta, and add a bit more seasoning, there is always room for improvement, which is why cooking is an art and not a science. I know from experience that the chook ones are very tasty indeed, bacon and sage and chicken are a favored combination, and I had to restrain myself from testing one of those as well.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

inside 'n out 'n round about


indoors here at Acorn Cottage, there are some four-legged denizens, companions to my temporary housemate, who have made themselves quite at home:
Toby is rather more shy
but Pyewacket considers that she already owns the place...
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In the backyard, there are eight baby pears on the Bartlett, perhaps this year there will be a pear or two to harvest?

and as you walk up to the front door, culinary sage is covered in vivid purple flowers. This was my first plant, a gift from Mr Dawson years ago, which lived in a pot as I moved from place to place. When I moved here to Acorn Cottage, it was ceremonially planted next to the front walkway.
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Someone finally figured out that there is nowhere to buy hardware on the whole North Portland peninsula. Today on the way to the post office, there was a sign up in front of the block where the DHS office, now demolished, once was. Apparently in the fullness of time, we will be getting an Ace Hardware. Of course, there will still be plenty of reasons to visit Winks, but for simple basics, it will be convenient, being only one bus route and about a half hour, rather than two or three bus routes and at least an hour each way. Our plucky heroine is a bit of a hardware store geek, as witness the souvenirs (random bits of house hardware) brought home from the basement of BHV on a trip to Paris years ago, but sometimes wishes that she still had a car.