DC Harvest

Ramp-Prosciutto Rolls with Blue Suede Moo Cheese (Keswick Creamery)

I was just talking on twitter with Michelle and/or Ona of Eatniks.com. They were wondering what to do with some ramps they had just bought. I mentioned a few ideas then realized that I might as well expand those into a more than 140 character post.

We hit our secret ramp patch today and came home with a backpack stuffed with one of the easiest-to-forage wild foods out there.

You don’t have to go out and dig up your own though; they are popping up right now in farmer’s markets.

The easiest way to use them: clean them and trim any rootlets from the end. Cut off the leaves and set aside. Sauté the bulbs in butter or olive oil for 5-10 minutes. Tear the leaves into bite size pieces and add to the  pan with a splash of water. Cover, reduce heat, and cook until the greens have wilted (~5 min.).

(Add morel mushrooms and/or fiddlehead ferns if you can find them)

The classic way to do this is to cook them in bacon fat, but you can always cook the bacon and add it later.

Our must-make ramp meal is Grilled Trout stuffed with ramp bulbs and fresh ricotta from Keswick Creamery or Blue Ridge Dairy.  If you REALLY want to ratchet –up the fresh/local/seasonal angle of the meal, you can use yellow perch that you caught yourself instead.

I have also used the leaves like wrappers to make prosciutto – blue cheese rolls (Blue Suede Moo from Keswick is a good one for this).

Last year I used them on pizza with a few dried figs and an egg. In fact eggs and ramps are fine companions, especially in omelets.

Here is a photo set of our ramp adventures of the past.

Last week we took delivery on a whole hog from Bill Jones of Dilwyn, Virginia.  Bill does business at the Charlottesville city market and makes regular deliveries to places closer to DC. I  met him a few years ago at the Alexandria farmer’s market and was immediately attracted to his product; “Babes in the Woods: Rare breed Forest Fed pork”.

The first few years we were a part of his CSA, Leigh Hauter always had a few pigs running around part of his property. They were not only for meat but were intended as (yet another) deterrent to the deer; the theory was that the pigs would smell things up so bad up and down their enclosure that the deer would stay away. It sort of worked; the deer stayed out of the pigs enclosures and instead assaulted the fields by alternative vectors. Leigh’s pigs had from ¼ to ½ and acre of forest to root around in, they had plenty of space to remain active, and in addition to some supplemental grain, they ate roots and whatever vegetables were too far gone to go out in the shares.

They made for some really good eatin’, too. This was the first meat I had ever had where I not only knew the farmer but knew the animals. I thought that the fresh, rich taste was just because it was not coming from some mass-producing factory farm, but I discovered that there was something else to it.

What do you do with a whole pig? Make bacon, of course!

Leigh got tired of having to deal with pigs, so he stopped raising them and instead hooked us up with his friend Susannah who raises pigs and poultry on her farm in southern Fauquier County. She also grows corn organically and uses that as feed for her animals.  Now, do not get me wrong, Susannah raises some fine hogs, but there just seemed to be something missing from the meat we were used to having.

It did not really hit me until I was at Eastern Market one day and saw that Jose Canales had a sign up for Jamon Iberico. This is a very special and very rare type of cured ham from Spain. The hogs are sent up into the mountains to forage and gorge themselves on acorns before being slaughtered. Because of their diet and exercise the pig’s meat has a distinctly rich flavor which is further enhanced and concentrated by curing and aging. Mr. Canales sliced off about a quarter pound for me after giving me the short version of why Iberico is so special.

He did not have to try very hard; I told him about how I had noticed the difference in taste and texture between the hogs we had purchased and he nodded his head in agreement.

So when I saw what Bill had to offer, I knew I would have to make room in my freezer.

This is Kevin Bacon, the stud pig from Babes in the Woods. He is a cross of a Duroc boar with Tamworth sows. Handsome, isn't he....

It took two years for the timing to work out (we had to finish the pig we had, then we bought a quarter beef and we had to finish that) but we finally have one of his pigs.

Up Next: This Years’ Pig, Part II: Adventures in Curing

Did I mention I cure my own meats? Here’s a little photo to wet your appetite for part two of the story.

Let the curing begin.... this will be Guanciale - Jowl Bacon (More on this in Part Two)

Pumpkins and Squash at Comus Market

Have you ever been out to the Comus Market?  Art has it inked on our calendar for November every year now.  They have the most incredible selection of locally grown squash!    It’s located in Montgomery County, MD — about 45 minutes from the District.

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He was Pushed!

The perils of CSA deliveries.

We had seedless sugar baby watermelons last week. I managed to drop only one of them; I opened the back of the van and it escaped. For the delivery I laid all of them out on the grass and let people pick theirs. One shareholder came around with, as he usually does, his five-year-old son. Paul had a good deal of fun rolling them around in the grass, which I did not mind at all. But then he picked one up and hurled it. Without my having to say a word about it the boy’s father scolded him, “We do not throw the watermelons! That one’s ours now.” he said picking up the cracked fruit. I felt relieved; the dad did not ask if there were any extra he could take instead of the damaged one. A small example of a responsible shareholder and parent.

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Zingiber officinale

I had hoped to hit a different market this weekend, but with house guests and a whole mess of other things happening, I had to go with the familiar. (Really, I needed one that was open at 9:00 on Sunday and was close to me).

Among the vendors in the bank parking lot, I cannot for the life of me remember their name right now, was one selling fresh local ginger root. That’s right, Zingiber officinale itself grown right in our own backyard. I grabbed one of the roots and then decided that having two would be better. You see at home, The Wife was in the first few days of a cold, nursing a sore throat among other symptoms.

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