Farm Story 6 The Ride or the Eclair?

     The choice is not nearly as dramatic as the enigmatic story of "The Lady or the Tiger," but is nevertheless a window on human nature and the bond between a parent and a child.

     Burnett Farm is located approximately 5 1/2  miles from the nearest small city.  Most likely considered a small town in the early days, one could go there by using local bus transportation to a trolley stop and then take the trolley to the destination. Ethel and her mother would make this trip to town to purchase groceries.

     The trip was probably worth a good half day's time, but at least they didn't have to walk, or would they?

     Ethel knew there was a shop that sold the most tempting of all sweets.  That would be eclairs.  As young children are want to do, the question was put to her mother, " May I have an eclair?"  Her mother, mindful that on a whim for eating an eclair, knew their own trip home would become more arduous. Still, her mother must have looked patiently at her and given her a choice. She explained the consequence of choosing  an eclair.

Home in sight on the other side of Dugway Hill

     There wouldn't be enough money for an eclair and the bus ride home.

     Choosing the eclair would mean a long, almost 2 mile walk, with groceries to carry, and up the proverbial hill - steep and long Dugway Hill - to trudge to the top and over the other side before reaching home.
 
     Was Ethel's mother secretly keeping her fingers crossed, hoping that her daughter would choose the bus?  Probably not; more likely she was taking in the joy at being able to give her child a choice and delighting in being able to grant a wish.

     Choices, choices, what to do?  On the one hand, staring out at the child, was an irresistible chocolate covered confection with a creamy inside just perfect to sink teeth into and on the other, was a bus ride that would take them and their groceries home in just a short amount of time.  Eclair plus a 45 minute walk carrying groceries versus a bus ride.

     Her mother left the choice up to Ethel.  Did she deliberate over the consequences of the decision she was about to make?  Which would she choose?  Did her mother try to steer her choice in any particular direction?  Well, that part of the story is unknown, but the decision was made.

  

The eclair eater, first from right.
Brothers  James and  Robert, sister  Lillian 

     And so together they did, with groceries in hand, walk the last leg of the journey home.  And, at least one of them had a spring in her step from the wonderful taste of an eclair.

As always, a  reliable recipe adapted from Cooks Illustrated.  In spite of the length, it goes together rather quickly and as with CI recipes well worth the effort.

Chicken Pot Pie with a Savory Biscuit Crumble Crust

Filling:

1 1/2 pounds boneless, skinless chicken breasts and/or thighs

3 c chicken broth

2 Tb olive oil oil

1 medium onion, chopped fine

3 medium carrots, 1/4-inch-thick slices

2 small celery stalks, chopped fine

 salt and black pepper 

10 oz mushrooms, sliced thin

1 tsp soy sauce

1 tsp tomato paste

4 T unsalted butter

1/2 c flour

1 c milk

2 tsp lemon juice f 

3 T minced fresh parsley leaves

3/4 c frozen peas

Crumble Topping:

2 c  flour

2 tsp baking powder

3/4 tsp table salt

1/2 tsp ground black pepper

1/8 tsp cayenne pepper

6 Tb unsalted butter, cut into 1/2-inch cubes and chilled

1 oz Parmesan cheese, finely grated (about 1/2 cup)

3/4 cup plus 2 tablespoons heavy cream

Chicken 

1. Bring chicken and broth to simmer in COVERED Dutch oven over medium heat. Cook until

chicken is just done, 8 to 12 minutes. Transfer to large bowl. Reserve broth. Do not wash Dutch

oven. Adjust oven rack to upper-middle position, heat oven to 450.

Topping

2. Combine flour, baking powder, salt, black pepper, and cayenne pepper in large bowl.

Sprinkle butter pieces over top of flour. Using a pastry cutter (or fingers) rub butter into flour mixture until it resembles coarse cornmeal. Stir in Parmesan. Add cream and stir until just combined. Crumble mixture into irregularly shaped pieces ranging from 1/2 to ¾ inch each onto parchment-lined rimmed baking sheet. Bake until fragrant and starting to brown, 10 to 13 minutes. Set aside.

Filling

3. Heat 1 tablespoon oil in now-empty Dutch oven over medium heat until shimmering. Add onion, carrots, celery, ¼ teaspoon salt, and ¼ teaspoon pepper; cover and cook, stirring occasionally, until just tender, 5 to 7 minutes. While vegetables are cooking, shred chicken into small bite-size pieces. Transfer cooked

vegetables to bowl with chicken; set aside.

4. Heat remaining tablespoon oil in empty Dutch oven over medium heat until shimmering. Add mushrooms; COVER and cook, stirring occasionally, until mushrooms have released their juices, about 5 minutes. Remove cover and stir in soy sauce and tomato paste. Increase heat to medium-high and cook, stirring frequently, until liquid has evaporated, mushrooms are well browned, and dark fond begins to form on surface of pan, about 5 minutes. Transfer to bowl with chicken and vegetables. Set aside.

5. Heat butter in empty Dutch oven over medium heat. When foaming subsides, stir in flour and cook 1 minute. Slowly whisk in reserved chicken broth and milk. Bring to simmer, scrape pan bottom to loosen browned bits, continue to simmer until sauce fully thickens, about 1 minute. Season to taste with salt and pepper. Remove from heat and stir in lemon juice and parsley.

6. Stir chicken-vegetable mixture and peas into sauce. Pour into 13 by 9-inch baking dish. Scatter crumble topping evenly over filling. Bake until filling  bubbling and topping is well browned, 12 to 15 minutes.

Freedom and Fun, Good-bye Winter Fun?

   Good-bye winter.  This past Sunday the most delightful sight was viewed in the evening.  The sky was literally filled with various sizes of v-shaped flying forms - the GEESE, the Canada geese were heading north.      Delightful they are when they stay in the sky; not so when they decide to make your pond or a local park their home.

 

Our horses don't seem to mind the winter. And in fact, witness the sheer joy of their freedom being released after spending the storm cooped up in the barn.

Even the sounds of spring birds were heard this past week.  Maybe it's too early to be the end of winter, but it's not too early to hope.

Fast and easy.  Double the sauce!  Cook's Country recipes are worth having.

Pork Marsala Saute

6 thin-cut boneless pork chops (about ½ inch thick), halved and cut crosswise into ¼ inch pieces

Salt and pepper

¼ cup flour

3 T unsalted butter

8 oz white mushrooms, quartered

1 small onion, chopped fine

¾ cup Marsala wine (most use sweet variety)

½ cup low-sodium chicken broth

2 tsp lemon juice 1 T chopped fresh parsley

Pat pork chops with paper towels and season with salt and pepper. Dredge pork in 3 T flour, shaking off excess. Melt 2 T butter in large nonstick skillet over medium-high heat.  Add pork and cook until browned, about 2 minutes per side.  Remove and set aside.  Tent plate to keep warm.

To same skillet, melt butter, add mushrooms, onion, ½ tsp salt and ¼ tsp pepper and cook until browned, 6 to 8 minutes.  Stir in remaining flour and cook until golden, about 1 minute.  Whisk in Marsala and broth and simmer until slightly thickened, about 2 minutes.  Add pork, any accumulated juices, lemon juice, and parsley and simmer until pork is heated through, about 1 minute.  Serve. 

Farm Story 5 Christmas and the Pony

Pony horseshoe is now secured in foundation
wall as a reminder of the adventure.

     The Christmas pony?  Not exactly what you are thinking.  The discovery of a small horseshoe led to the story of an interesting happening that took place so many years ago.

     Hidden in the earth, not too far from the surface, a pony-sized horseshoe was uncovered during the rebuilding of the barn foundation on the east side.  The shoe could only have belonged to a pony, yet in the recollections about Burnett farm, no story was ever told about a pony.

     Sure enough, upon inquiring, Ethel fondly remembered that pony and the pony cart ride of her life.  It was December and after hitching the pony up to its cart, Ethel and Robert were off to gather ground pine from the woods.  It was, after all, Christmastime and the pine would be a nice decoration for their home.

     To those not familiar with ponies, the thought might come to mind of a sweet child-sized horse, nickering and loved by the children, waiting patiently for them to take a pony ride or cart ride in exchange for all the love and hugs children can give. However, these creatures, often given to children, have potentially impish and headstrong ways.  The trip into the woods was uneventful, but that was not the foreshadowing for the event to come.  The ground pine was gathered, placed in the cart, and then it was time to turn the pony for the ride back to the house. Back along the wooded route the children drove the pony cart until the pony saw home and decided to take charge.

   Well, let's just say that Mr. Toad's Wild Ride in Disney World would look tame compared to the next part of this trip. The  pony reached the edge of the woods with open field in front and home in sight and that was the end of all reasoning with the animal.  Off the beast flew with Ethel and Robert clinging on for dear life.  The pony had no intention of running off in any wild direction, just the direction straight to the barn taking the path of its choosing.  Now, with no other option available, the situation became merely a matter of holding on tight and staying on board until back at the barn whereupon the pony stopped. Christmas pine and children delivered safe and sound, a job well done, pony style. Christmas decorating could begin.

An easy, comfort food recipe.  ATK - books/mags worth the price.

                         Cauliflower, Crusty Topped

 Adapted from America’s Best Recipes (America's Test Kitchen)

  1  large cauliflower

 ½ c mayonnaise

 2 T Dijon mustard

 3/4  cup shredded cheddar cheese

  Remove large outer leaves and stalk of cauliflower, leave whole. Wash and

drain well.

 Microwave until tender or cover and cook in a small amount of boiling water until tender. 15-20 minutes.  Drain.

  Place in a baking dish. Mix mayonnaise and mustard, spread over top.

Sprinkle cheese over mayo/mustard mix.  Bake 350, 10 min. until cheese melts.

          

Farm Story 4 Real Adventure Sans Video Games

     Turkeys were raised on this farm in the early 1900s, not to be eaten by the family, but sold as a product of the farm.  The turkeys were free-range, a good idea that was obvious to farmers before mass production of fowl created the overcrowded conditions to raise many birds as quickly as possible in close crowded conditions.

     The hen turkey on the original farm had the habit of laying her eggs in a place across the road known as Aron's field.  It was Robert's job to collect the eggs.  Once collected, the eggs would be placed under a docile chicken, and she would be the kinder, gentler, surrogate parent. Now of course, anyone familiar with the possessiveness of a turkey would know that this was no easy feat.  Not only was there a hen, but a tom turkey who would be there to prevent any harm to the nest.  The challenge was to search for the nest, retrieve the eggs, avoid being discovered by the tom turkey, and get back home across the street without breaking any eggs. This had the makings of a challenging game - a potentially harmful real life quest requiring   skill and daring. Today's child might even choose this over any thumb-numbing video game if, of course, they would like a real adventure.

Beware the ungrateful bird!

     Unlike the safe video game, there was a real chance that the cantankerous old tom turkey would sneak,  no, forget sneak up, would brazenly make a bold attack out of nowhere. If you are not familiar with a turkey attack, rest assured it is no mere gobble.  Forget the cute Thanksgiving pictures with beautiful fluffed up feathers.  There is a reason that Benjamin Franklin thought the turkey would be a good national symbol.  (" He is besides, though a little vain and silly, a Bird of Courage, and would not hesitate to attack a Grenadier of the British Guards who should presume to invade his Farm Yard with a red Coat on." - Benjamin Franklin)." A tom turkey is a formidable foe that takes a flying leap up, wings outspread and feet forward so that the talons can grab you and finally can stab you with its inch-long spurs.  Ouch!

     Robert must have let down his guard one day because he lost the round with the turkey.   It resulted in a gash that needed to be tended by the doctor.

     Now for those who may feel the attack was slightly justified because, after all, there was a raid on the nest, the story does not end here.   That turkey continually spread his fear and command over the rest of the barnyard that he apparently called his domain.

     The farm corn crib is a great place to store the crop, but it also makes a safe place to hide.  That is, if you need to play hide and seek with the farm turkey whose job to feed is yours. That was Ethel's job - give food to the creature that considers it appropriate to bite the hand that feeds it. There, in the semidarkness, one could peak through the slats and secretly observe the area. Safely inside the corn crib to escape the huge tom turkey, she could watch it just outside the door, the creature half the size of her, pacing, waiting, and watching with beady eyes.  The fact that whoever came out of the corn crib would be handing out turkey food didn't seem to matter. It was inside the corn crib that Ethel would hide, the door safely shut, looking through the slats of wood, waiting for the unappreciative turkey to leave.  Evidently, a brave and patient youngster, she would sit it out until the turkey left the corn crib area.  Then, and only then, would she come out with the food for the ungrateful fowl. Never when this story is told was there a mention that not doing this feeding chore was an option.

The ghost of the turkey past lives on in the current flock  - watching your every step.

Great even if not on the grill.  Adapted from Food Network, Bobby Flay
           Grilled Tilapia with Lemon Butter, Capers and Orzo 5*
1 lemon, finely zested
2 lemons, juiced
1/2 cup dry white wine
1 shallot, thinly sliced
Splash heavy cream
1 stick unsalted butter, cut into cubes, at room temperature (used 6 T, probably could get by with 4T)
Salt and freshly ground black pepper
4 (8-ounce) tilapia fillets
3 tablespoons olive oil
1/2 pound orzo, cooked al dente
1/4 cup chopped fresh flat-leaf parsley leaves
1/4 cup drained capers

1. Combine first 4 ingredients in a small saucepan over high heat and cook until reduced by half. Remove from the heat and let cool.
2.  Whisk together cream, butter and wine mixture in a small bowl and season with salt and pepper. Cover and refrigerate for 30 minutes. (Can be made 1 day in advance and refrigerated.) Bring to room temperature
before serving.
3. Heat the grill to high. (or heat pan)
4. Brush the fish on both sides with oil and season with salt and
pepper. Grill the fish for 3 to 4 minutes per side or until lightly golden
brown and slightly charred.
5. Toss the orzo with a few tablespoons of the lemon butter and 2 tablespoons of the parsley and season with salt and pepper. Transfer the orzo to a platter. Place the fillets on the orzo and top each fillet with some of the lemon butter and capers. Garnish with the remaining parsley.

Farm Story 3 The Ahh of Warmth

     Our farm has just completed two weeks with the return of electricity.  Hurricane Sandy made the trip up the coast and then made an incredible sharp left turn into New Jersey. The storm was unique in its size not necessarily in its strength.

     It was strong enough though to knock out so many trees.  Unlike Little House in the Big Woods, we are in an area of Big Houses in the Big Woods.  So many homes tucked into wooded areas were previously safe hoping "the big storm" may never come, but it did. Trees came down like dominoes and their fingerlike branches grasped the power lines as they fell.  For the first time ever, the road was impassable in either direction and remained so in one of the directions for one and one half weeks.

     So most of New Jersey was in darkness as well as without cell phones, land lines, and easily available gas.  Many roads were impassable. Creature comforts? Gone and not to return for two weeks. Discomfort, mental and physical, entered with electrical and technological isolation woven together in the midst of a very populated usually connected area. Silence, darkness, isolation, and cold were all wrapped together.

Cozy warmth from a  wood stove

    Aunt Ethel had always spoken of the wonderful feeling of warmth when she and her husband Walt stepped through the doorway and  into their toasty warm home.  It was a home that was kept warm enough so as to not need that extra layer.  Who of the younger generation should fault this? If an unheated home is not part of one's memory then it's hard to "get it" when someone describes how wonderful it is to open a door to enveloping  heat.  Surely, if a power outage occurred only a relatively small amount of time would pass and all would be right again with the world.
     But then, Ethel grew up on the farm where walking through the farm door didn't automatically mean heat. That cozy warm fire could only happen as a result of some work.  Warmth in the farm house came from a wood burning stove in the kitchen and a caring parent that kept the home fires burning.  Someone had to keep the fire going.  When the children were small that job would be one among many that her mother completed in a day.  She would drag in the branches and chop the pieces for the family stove.  Eventually, this chore could fall to the brothers.  The stove in the front room warmed that room plus provided enough heat to go through a grate in the ceiling leading to the upstairs bedrooms. Everything was comfortable as long as the fire kept burning.
     This storm has brought a true understanding and gratitude for Ethel's  "ahh" of warmth.

Yes, you do like dates, or you will after trying this!
Maple-Date Bars 

1 3/4 cups finely chopped pitted dates (about 12 ounces)

3/4 cup water

1/3 cup maple syrup

1 teaspoon grated lemon rind

2/3 cup sugar

1/2 cup butter, softened

1 cup all-purpose flour (about 4 1/2 ounces)

1 cup regular oats

1/4 teaspoon baking soda

1/4 teaspoon salt

Cooking spray

Combine dates, water, and maple syrup in a heavy saucepan over medium heat. Bring to a boil; cook 12 minutes or until most liquid is absorbed, stirring frequently. (Mixture will look like jam.) Stir in rind; cool completely.
Preheat oven to 400°.
Beat sugar and butter at medium speed until smooth.  Combine flour, oats, baking soda, and salt. Stir flour mixture into sugar mixture (mixture will be crumbly). Press 2 cups flour mixture into bottom of a 13 x 9-inch baking pan coated with cooking spray. Spread date mixture over flour mixture. Sprinkle with remaining flour mixture. Bake at 400° for 20 minutes or until golden brown. Cool completely.

Tip: Wrap these moist bars individually, or place them in a cookie tin between layers of wax or parchment paper.

Adapted from Cooking Light Nov. 2005

Last Call for Summer

The beginning of the yellow burst.

     Farming, even on our small scale is all about waiting and hoping.  Waiting for the right temperature, or rain, or sun or growth or ripening; hoping that the tiny seeds planted grow when everything is right or close to right, or that some unknown factor doesn't come in a destroy it all. Clearly, don't count your chickens before they hatch is very apt for a farmer and the saying applies to other farm activities.

    As much as anything can be counted on, these flowers are a fairly safe bet. All summer long there is great anticipation for the blooming of these perennial sunflowers.  Mother Nature leaves these flowers for the very last to bloom in a very showy burst of yellow. It occurs in the very last week of summer just as the calendar marks the autumnal equinox and fall officially begins.

     Most of the stalks are easily 10 to 12 feet in height.  Flowering begins with a single sunflower at the top of the stalk and gradually many others open below it until the top 2 to 3 feet are a mass of blooms. Its beauty is measured in days and then they are gone.  Sadness? No, there are many things in nature that to humans seem like unintended consequences, but to Mother Nature is just part of the plan.  The wilting flowers quickly go to seed and become a haven for wrens and chickadees to feast upon the seeds.  What a welcome sight to see these tiny birds flutter in, out, and around these stalks.  Blooming flowers turn to Mother Nature's bird feeders - two pieces in the puzzle of life that just go together naturally.

This snack is easy and positively addicting.

Roosters’ Famous Fire Crackers

 One 15-oz box of saltines – Keebler’s Zesta

Hot red pepper flakes

10 oz Cracker Barrel extra-sharp cheddar, grated

Oven 475

Place a rack in the center of the oven.

1.Spray a jelly-roll pan (has sides)  10x 15 inches with cooking spray.  Place crackers in rows so that the touch each other.

2.Sprinkle with pepper flakes ( 6 to 8 a cracker is about right).  Top evenly with cheese.

3.Quickly place in oven on center rack and close the door.  Leave the heat on for NO MORE than 10 seconds, then turn oven off.

4.Leave in closed oven for at least 2 hours.  The cheese will melt and brown.

 5.Break apart and eat.  Can be stored in an airtight container for several weeks.

Adapted from BakeWise by Shirley O. Corriher  Her books are just fun to read.

Sadness X 2

Job Openings
  One brave rooster needed to protect, defend, and supervise flock.
  One good mouser required, no prior training necessary.
   Room and board provided.
   Human friendly a plus, but not required.

        Maggie's distress in the upper area of our farm brought the realization that something was very amiss among the chickens.  She bolted frantically through the partially opened gate on a quest.  Unfortunately, it was too late. Sadly a fox found a way through our fence and killed our brave rooster.

      The rooster with no name was bold and proudly watched over the flock. It was a job he inherited from the  last fox raid months ago.  He stepped right up and took it very seriously. If ever a chicken could be a curmudgeon, it was he.  Any human who even gave the hint of being menacing, based on his opinion, needed to be prepared for an attack with his spurs.  Hens that might need aid from the younger newer roosters were saved by No Name. And so it was that he died defending his flock, no match for a fox.

      Sadly,  Angel, who spent yesterday as close to humans as possible must have known the end was near.  She was "the one more cat that we didn't need," but she found a job for herself and a so she stayed and became loved. Angel's body was so slight of frame, but neither a mouse nor a  chipmunk could best her in a battle. Her legacy is found in the only two kittens that survived.  Little Man has become the garage kitty and would stay permanently snuggled in your arms if you let him.  His sister, Muffin, has found a home with our aunt and has really landed in a good place.