Just about once a year, Scott makes a batch of eggplant parm (here’s the 2010 edition). He cuts the eggplant very thin rounds, lightly coats each slice in egg and bread crumbs and then bakes each one into a tasty, crunchy chip. Once they’re nicely browned, they are layered with ricotta, tomato sauce and mozzarella cheese into a oozy casserole. It’s good. I propose making it a twice-yearly occasion!
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I did a canning demonstration out at the Phoenixville Farmers’ Market today. When I was done making up a batch of Honey Lemon Apple Jam (which some folks loved and others hated), I did a bit of shopping for myself. I bought some gorgeous celery (thinking of doing this with the leaves), two quarts of multi-colored okra (pickles!) and a lovely yellow tomato.
Sue from Birchrun Hills Farm gave me a wedge of her Birchrun Blue (I adore her, and not just for her cheese) and the folks from Saint Peter’s Bakery wouldn’t let me pay for a loaf of their multigrain bread (holy heck, is it good!). What a generous, kind and welcoming group of people at that market. It was something of a stark reminder of how harsh the city can be at times.
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A bit of the preserving I’ve done recently. On the left is blueberry maple jam (inspired by a recipe on Well Preserved). In the middle is five pints of gingery pickled beets (it’s a recipe in the cookbook). On the right are three jars of roasted and marinated peppers (Kaela was my inspiration for these).
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Nine jams that I’ve put up an incentive to get people to make donations to the Bloggers Without Borders fundraiser for Jennie Perillo. More details here.
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I am not a big doughnut eater. Most of the time they’re not nearly as good as you want them to be. However, once in a while, when you’re in Lancaster County (that’s doughnut country) where people know how to make a good one, it’s better than you thought possible.
Here are a few more photos from that trip to Root’s Market, where they know what they’re doing when it comes to doughnuts.
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Shady Maple. It’s a gigantic smorgasbord, with steam table after steam table full of classics like mashed potatoes, house-smoked sausages and shreds of tender pot roast. I feel a little bit like an ugly American when I go there, but not enough to stay away. We went twice this trip, once for breakfast and once for dinner.








