Damn you Garen!

enoteca spread
clockwise-ish from baguette: peppidews, duck prosciutto, parma, wild boar pate, marinated tomatoes, spanish chorizo, a cheese I remember as Morin which was surprisingly sweet and fresh tasting, and dulce blue

went to a farmer's birthday party

[note to food fans: farmers not only grow great food, they can tell you where to get other great food. And they most always share. J&R of New Roots Farm hooked me up with a bit of the last of last year's garlic - just enough to get me through before we get green garlic - how to become a friend of a farmer in you aren't already? start volunteering. pick peas for hours and hours. Not only will you end up having performed productive exercise and bringing home some perfect peas, they don't forget who their friends are.]

and met the infamous Garen of Back River Farm in Dover, NH

[I know he sells at Portsmouth Farmers Market, Saturdays 8-1 in the parking lot of the city building, I'm sure he does other markets but not sure which]

who started talking about his winter job at Enoteca Italiana on gourmet alley [rte 1a] in Kittery. Not just talking but describing the most interesting meats. Preserved salamis, prociuttos, and others. And then he said the magic words: duck prociutto. We asked further questions about location [across from the lion's club], and set off the next morning through the downpour.

It is a wonderous place, one to be visited infrequently [read: expensive. not overly so for what they are selling, but not everyday eats], but perfect for the day we were having. With 5" of rain in the process of falling, stinky oozy cheeses, assorted meats, little interesting pickly and olivy things, bread, and wine were all on the menu. Last Friday of every month, one of the workers was telling us, they rock out with an intense wine-tasting that starts at 2pm. Definitely my kind of place.

as for the duck prosciutto [read no further meat-squeamish]: it was amazing. The fatty parts simply melted in your mouth. Melted. Like yummy ducky buttah.


Indian Finds

On a recent trip to the Spice Center in Manchester, I picked up a couple fun, crazy inexpensive things. The highlights were Indian ramen and Indian soda.

indian ramen

Indian ramen is just what it sounds like: ramen, only Indian flavors instead of Asian ones. I chose this 'masala' flavored one because of the line on the packaging: "Now with Taste Bhi and Health Bhi." Because, you know, we all need our daily Bhi.


The taste is pretty indescribable. A bit bitter and sour, the manufacturer's website says "Sosyo is a cider-type fruit type drink made of a heady apple and grape cocktail that packs quite a punch"
I really can't say it tasted like any of those things. Not as strongly flavored as Moxie, it still had that twang, that certain something that I like in my carbonated beverages.

The best part about the Spice Center is that everything is so dang inexpensive that there's no real risk in buying things. Everything I've purchased has been successful, each time I go I get a little more adventurous.

Of course, its all the polar opposite of eating locally. Moderation in all things except gluttony.


The Cost of Eating Local

Julie keeps track of her eating local food costs for a week, and discovers that in fact, it isn't more expensive than the average American spends anyway.


Stocking Up

Even though August and my own Eat Local Challenge are a bit off, rhubarb is in season now. And if I learned anything from last year, its that I missed my sour - a little lemon, a little lime - it all goes a long way. Rhubarb can sub for lemon in a bunch of ways: in vinaigrettes, in salsa, anything that needs just a little twang. So I'm stocking up now. Looks like I'm not the only one.