Monday, September 29, 2008

Apple Season!

I go to Hillside Orchard about once a week starting the middle of July. That's when blueberries are in season, and I can pick them myself. I have been going to Hillside for about nine or ten years now, and my kids grew up picking blueberries in that patch. It's a really great family owned and operated produce stand. After blueberries comes peach season. They actually know me as "The Peach Lady" because I buy so many peaches. I can make so many things with peaches, but my favorite is just a raw peach, pealed and popped into your mouth. Red Haven peaches are probably my favorite. And after peach season comes apples. I love apples during apple season. In fact, it's the only time of year I eat apples, for the most part. I just hate a mealy apple, and love the crunch of a fresh Ohio apple. Last year at Thanksgiving with my dad's side of the family, I told my brother, Bruce, that I should have brought him a bag of Ohio apples, and he looked at me and said "yeah, you should have!". So I brought him a bag for Christmas! They close the day before Christmas at Hillside, and up until then you can still get those amazing apples. When I invested in a dehydrator this year, I read that apples are one of the best things to dry, so I was pretty geeked to try dehydrating them. I bought some of the first apples available at Hillside, and we put them on the nifty kitchen tool we have that peels, cores, and slices apples all at once. It goes so fast! I put the apples in citric acid to prevent discoloration. I sprinkled some with sugar and cinnamon, some with just cinnamon, and others were left plain. After drying I put them in a container on the counter and they were GONE in a week. Wow. Everyone loved them. So when my favorite eating apple came in season Mackintoshes, I bought two bags. The DH (dear husband) ran them through the peeler, and we put them in the dehydrator. Because no one cared if they were dark or light in color, I skipped the citric acid this time. The sugar didn't seem to make much difference, so I skipped that too. The cinnamon, however, was really a flavorful addition, so I sprinkled that on half of the apples. A gardening friend told me she left the peels on hers, so I tried that as well. I think in the future I will just peel them, as the kids preferred them that way. The dehydrator is really cool; it holds nine shelves, and I used every shelf for the apples. Skipping the citric acid was smart, these apples were much sweater than the first batch and to tell the truth, they didn't look any different to me.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

The Hungarian Curse, or Why you don't get my recipe for 100 Stuffed Cabbages

I think every Hungarian worth her salt knows how to make stuffed cabbage. If there was a national dish, I think that would be it. I remember eating stuffed cabbage at about every important gathering as a child. No wedding was complete without stuffed cabbage; no baby shower, no baptism, and no funeral. If we went to an important function anywhere they didn’t have stuffed cabbage, it was from one of my family’s friends who weren’t Hungarian. Or at least that’s the way I remember it. Little kids are impressionable that way.

I was asked to be in a second wedding for a good friend. They asked that you bring a dish, and no gifts, so of course I knew exactly what to make. I made approximately 100 stuffed cabbages. Not long after that, I was asked to make stuffed cabbage for a large birthday party. I made approximately 100 stuffed cabbages . That time I wrote down everything, and kept track of exactly how much of everything I needed. Of course very few people actually need 100 stuffed cabbages on a daily basis, and when I make it for my family I make less than that, but how unique is a recipe for 100 of anything? I used to joke with my best friend that when I died, I would leave her the recipe for 100 stuffed cabbages. I was intending to share that recipe, but I think my Hungarian ancestors must have rolled in their graves at my divulging such an important tradition, because no matter how hard I look, I can’t find that recipe. I gave a copy to my mom and SHE can’t even find it.

That reminds me of my Aunt Ro’s story about a cousin who did something to piss her off, and she gave a Hungarian curse that amounted to she would never, EVER make him stuffed cabbage! Now, that’s a SERIOUS business in my family. She later said that she had cursed herself with that one, because she had a whole big pot full of stuffed cabbage for a baby shower or wedding shower, or some other equivalent for this cousin, and she tripped coming down the steps and the stuffed cabbage all ended up on the floor. stuffed cabbage for them. And my other aunts were all nodding. Even the modern-minded ones. EVEN my Aunt Marie, who’s a nun! I was like no way, Aunt Marie, you believe in that Hungarian curse stuff? And she said “you bet I do”. Then she told me how she had a landlord that was giving her problems, and she put his name in the freezer. I was like ‘huh’??? Oh yes. She wrote his name on a piece of paper, put it in a jar, and put it in the freezer. Well, if you knew my Aunt Marie you would never cross her in the first place. I mean, she’s a nun, she has God on her side, right? AND she’s just this five foot ball of energy that no one can say “no” to. So the fact that this guy pissed off my Aunt Marie was bad enough for him. Then she even put his name in the FREEZER! I don’t know what happened to that guy, but I am sure it wasn’t pretty.

So...I wanted to share my recipe, and I think it was just not going to happen. So, instead, you will see some nice pictures of my stuffed cabbage made for my family. And you will pray you don’t piss off any Hungarian aunts.
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This blue roasting pan gets used at Thanksgiving for the turkey, and for whenever I make stuffed cabbage. This is about how much you get when you use one head of cabbage. Don't these look really cool all in the pan like this? The sauce goes over top. I like to make this at the end of the summer. It's cool enough that you don't mind heating up your kitchen a little when you use the oven, and you still have all of the wonderful ingredients to pull out of the garden to make it fresh. I use celery, peppers, parsley, garlic and tomatoes for the sauce.
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Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Hungarian Eggplant Parmesan

So what is Hungarian Eggplant Parmesan you ask? It's just eggplant parmesan made by a Hungarian, which means there is no real recipe, you just 'put it together'. I suppose I need to explain that to you non-Hungarians out there. Whenever I ask my mom or my aunts how they make something, they kind of give me a blank stare that says 'what do you mean you need a RECIPE? I just make it!' We tend to just 'know' how to make stuff. I learned to make stuffed cabbage by making it with my mom. I would watch her with fascination as she turned that lump of meat and a cabbage leaf into some wondrous little bundle, then snugged it in the pan with all of his little cabbage roll buddies. And when I asked to try it, she didn't 'shoo me off to play and get out of her hair, even though she knew it would now take her two times longer to finish because I was going to get my hands in the mix. Nope, she patiently showed me how to cut the rib off of the back of the cabbage leaf so it would roll nicely, then how too much meat would make too big of a roll, so you had to hold back a bit. Then she rolled it and tucked in the ends. She suffered through me still putting in too much meat, and tucking in my ends so the leaf split. She just unwrapped it and let me try again. My mom was so patient. I still don't know how she did that. She taught me so many things with that ultimate patience. She even taught my kids how to cut up veggies for salad with a knife when I was too scared to let them near anything that sharp or pointy. Now they are both pretty darn good at making salad. My mom rocks.

So here is my Hungarian eggplant Parmesan. Take about 4 eggplant; the long skinny ones. I grow those because I think I get more production from either 'Little Fingers' or 'Ichiban'. The long, skinny variety seems to grow faster and produce more than the conventional eggplant. I just cut them diagonally to get more surface space and thus, larger slices than if I cut them across.
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I salt them and put them in a colander to drain. Dip in flour, then egg wash, then seasoned breadcrumbs. Fry until brown on both sides. Coat the bottom of a pan with your favorite red sauce . Layer a row of the fried eggplant, then put on more sauce, parmesan, then mozzarella or provolone, more eggplant, more sauce, more parmesan, and more mozzarella. Then send your husband out to the garden for more eggplant because you don't have enough to do three whole layers. Take picture while hub is in the garden.
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Finish and bake at 325 degrees for about 45 minutes.
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Fall is on it's way

It feels like an early fall, so I am rushing trying to put up what I can before it turns really cold. This is the first year for these raspberries, and I didn't think they would produce very much, but they have. It was a nice surprise.
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The grapes are ready too. My first batch of jelly was white grape/raspberry. It turned out to be a nice combination.
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I made juice from the concord grapes today. I should have enough for at least three batches of grape jelly. I am trying the universal pectin, and learning how to use it has been trial and error. One batch of jelly came out a syrup consistency, but since we sometimes melt the jelly anyway to put on pancakes, I am just going to label it syrup. Because I am making low-sugar versions, the jelly isn't crystal clear like you see in the stores. I would rather have a more fruitful jelly and settle for the more opaque jelly. It seems the more sugar you add, the less flavor there is. This jelly is pure flavor.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Preserving the Bounty

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Someone on put this as the title for a thread and I just loved the way it explains it all. I'm knee deep in every kind of preserving this time of year. Today I canned pickled peppers. I wasn't at all thrilled with the smell of the brine. I grimaced when I added the 'called for' prepared horseradish, and I think I should have gone with my instincts and omitted it. It's only six pints though. I had hoped to surprise my mom's husband at Christmas with some of these pickled peppers, as one year my mom asked me to make some for him, and I remembered.

We picked 3-4 quart buckets of Niagara grapes today. They are washed and I will pick them off the stems while I watch a movie with the family tonight. I am hoping to make some more white grape jelly from the juice.
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