Recipes include:
Blueberry-Jalepeno Spritzer
Berry-Herb Lemonade
Fruit Ice
Rose Spritzer

Get Wet With These Summertime Drinks. July 24, 2008.

All those blushed up tomatoes looking for attention have nothing on the eggplant. Her velvety leaves hide her delicate fruit from the passerby– so shy! Like a proper lady, she never goes out without a hat for the occasion.

So far, the garden has offered up three solid eggplants. One Black Eggplant, one India Paint and one Rosa Bianca. The only problem is that it is not enough. I crave more of the earthy flesh! If all my tomatoes turned into eggplant I would be a happy camper.

Below is a garden growing montage. One that displays (most) of the vegetables growing fairly. You’ll still notice a favoritism on the eggplant– as well as the watermelons. But corn is represented nicely here, as are the beans.

Although it appears everything is happily growing along, initial pictures are deceiving. Take a closer look at the zucchini (middle). Notice the brown around the roots? About two weeks ago I saw small white maggots on the stem near the root. I pointed them out to D, noting we needed to take action. D’s response: Those are good, they’re natural. I read the book about soil, it’s okay, just let them be.

I had my doubts on that one. When are maggots ever a good thing when food is around? Stupidly, I let them be.

I returned a few days later to find the zucchini bush in a sad state, teetering on the brink of death. This picture represents what I thought to be the last of the run. After some research I came to believe those little buggers were root maggots, sure to devour and kill my crop, attacking at the root. I contemplated mail ordering beneficial nematodes (uh, what?), but decided a first step was a concoction of onion-garlic-hot pepper. I liberally spritzed and sneezed it on everything in site.

My next return was a happy discovery. Whether the maggots also sneezed their way into oblivion, fried in the 95 degree heat after I moved the leaves aside exposing them to elements, or, forbid it, hatched and flew away, they were gone. The zucchini has survived, albeit, a slight amputee.

Next is the corn. I thought everything was going along smoothly, though D is worried about tasseling– most veggies have their male/female parts right next to each other, making pollination easy. But corn has tassels at the top and silks on the husk. Each silk is linked to a corn kernel and must be pollinated from a tassel above to produce an edible kernel of corn. In large fields, tasseling happens by wind (or bugs if they survive the pesticides) or any other method I am not aware Big Ag does to tassel. In small plots, tasseling can be done by hand. Hopefully, our 18 corn is a large enough plot to tassel themselves, I have noticed many a bee hanging out on the tassels.

While D is worried about tasseling, I noticed the corn pictured in the middle right the other week. Who got a hold of that one! And there best not have been any kernels on that exposed cob!

So that is the growing update. I have eaten more than my share of zucchini for a lifetime, a few eggplants, and a severely under-ripe melon I picked in sheer excitement (I stir fried it up with the eggplant). And a pressure canner has arrived, ready to be put to work. Grow baby grow!

I know, I know, all the controversy over foie gras. It’s so over, right? I’m staying out of politics with this one because I’ve heard pretty good arguments on both sides. (Honestly though, it’s not like I’m buying the stuff all the time.)

But I like the stuff. Actually, I think I may love the stuff (in small doses from time to time, of course). You know what else? I can get it more local than my mangosteens. Hudson Valley in fact, which is pretty much New York City’s backyard. A little more food for thought: With Chicago lifting the ban in May, are we a little closer to acceptance? (Obviously, not in California where the ban is in effect until 2012.)

Back in December D received a beautiful gift of foie gras and miraculously, some still exists tucked in the freezer, sliced and ready to go, wrapped in wax paper and excessive amounts of plastic wrap to fend off freezer burn. Still there because, simply, I don’t think about foie gras every day and because D practices what I like to call “boy searches,” whenever he looks for something. Ladies, you know what I’m talking about: Man opens drawer or cabinet and without moving declares an item not present because it is not face level, front row, with a neon sign screaming I’m what you’re looking for! My reply is something along the lines of, Yes it is. Bottom shelf, left side, behind the x. This doesn’t just happen in the kitchen.

A few months back we broke into the stash and took a handful of slices to a local wine bar and let the chef do what he may. Three amazing dishes were presented to us, wines to match, shared equally between us, my friend DR, the owner and chef.

But now while D is away, as cruel as it may be, the mice do play!

Oh… just a little crumb, he’ll never even notice– until of course he returns and reads this post. By which point it will be happily digested.

Strangely enough, I wasn’t thinking about foie at all when I suddenly had an overwhelming urge to eat some. I was writing away on a lonely Friday night thinking about peaches (I don’t always think about food, I was writing about peaches, okay). For some strange reason, foie gras popped in, blocking my peach receptors. The urge was so strong that I vowed my brain I would make foie gras the following day for a little snack if it would so kindly return to peaches.

I’ve been so good lately it’s a reward really. As I said, D is away and I have three times the amount of vegetables to cope with than normal. Not only is there a full Community Supported Agriculture share booming with summer harvest (seriously, 10 zucchini!?), there is also the garden shoving zucchini and basil down my throat. Perhaps like a future foie you could say.

While I methodically remove one item from the summer repertoire each night (a quart of pesto, frozen zucchini), I turned vegetarian eating through the non-preservable, refusing to purchase more food for the overflowing fridge.

Possibly this is where the overwhelming urge for foie gras came from: My own rejection of meat protein this past week lured me into the most forbidden meat of all: foie gras. I will continue to swear by it though: It was the peach’s fault! And how delicious they are together.

A closer look at the picture reveals I picked the worst of the foie (if there is such a thing)– The little scrappy lobe bits that weren’t real slices. And while I’m admitting things, I will also state that when the foie gras was finished from my plate, I licked the remaining fat clean off.

Seared Foie Gras and Peaches
Serving Size= 1
1 one-inch thick slice of foie gras
salt/ pepper
1/2 peach, sliced into 4 wedges
1/4 teaspoon fresh ground coriander
1/4 teaspoon cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon sugar
pine nuts
2 or 3 leaves of fresh chopped mint
1 tablespoon heavy cream (optional)

Method:  Warm a small skillet to medium-high heat. Sprinkle foie gras with salt and pepper on both sides. Mix the coriander, cinnamon and sugar and sprinkle over peach wedges, both sides. Sear peaches on both sides, until blackened, set aside. Sear foie gras on both sides, until blackened. Do not overcook the foie gras. The longer it cooks the less foie you get as it melts to fat! Place foie gras on a a plate, layer on peaches, sprinkle with a few pine nuts, mint and drizzle with cream. Serve with a mild cracker or melba toast.
NOTE: Heavy cream is optional in this dish. Already so creamy on it’s own, it doesn’t need it, but, well, peaches n’ cream.