We had a beautiful little head of Wakefield cabbage in our box this week, and I still had half a head of Savoy left from last week holding up nicely! Cabbage plus fresh carrots = coleslaw time. I got a little carried away and have enough to last us for probably a week's worth of lunches. Oops.
We made a jaunt to the Marin farmer's market this morning to get a few supplies. In the pouring rain, we stopped by Prather Ranch and grabbed a package of beef ribs. Did you know how easy it is to make ribs? There is nothing better for a lazy Sunday afternoon.
1. Take ribs out of package and place in roasting pan.
2. Season well. We used a rub, but we couldn't even taste it after they were done. Weird.
3. Add some liquid. I have read people use apple juice - we just used water. Put enough in to just cover the bottom.
4. Wrap tightly with foil.
5. Put in a 250 oven for 3 hours.
6. After this, let them rest a little...then put them on a grill, under the broiler, or in a hot oven with your favorite barbeque sauce. Ours happens to be flown in fresh, c/o Mom, from here.
My coleslaw recipe is based on the one in the Gourmet cookbook:
1 lemon - half the rind (grated) and all of the juice
1/2 bunch of parsley, chopped
1 bunch of green onions, diced
3-4 tbsp mayonnaise (mix with sour cream or creme fraiche if you have it)
bit of water - 2-3 tbsp
sprinkling of sugar
salt & pepper
coarsely grated carrots (2)
sliced cabbage (1)
The kids were not big fans of the coleslaw. I can't wait to use Ruth's sneaky kale-vitamins-in-the-soup method tomorrow night!
Showing posts with label Meat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Meat. Show all posts
February 3, 2008
November 11, 2007
The Meat
Last Thursday night, after tucking the kids in bed, I made a trek to my friend's house for the first of what will likely be a bi-monthly ritual. Our meat had arrived from Oregon!
Yes, again, out of the 100 mile foodshed. But the net footprint of the meat is the addition of a cooler to a pick-up truck that makes the trip anyway, once a month.
In her dimly-lit kitchen, with dishwasher running and children sleeping in the rooms next-door, we quietly (i hope) received almost a 100 lbs. of frozen meat to be split between three families.
Her husband had a miniature heart-attack as he calculated the ratio of frozen meat spread across the island in their kitchen to their available freezer space. We, most fortunately, have an entire, vacant freezer thanks to my husband's kegerator.
What I'm going to do, and whom I'm going to feed with that bone-in leg of lamb I ordered remains to be seen. But for roughly $4.50 a pound, I have 35 lbs of patured lamb, beef, pork and chicken, all raised humanely on a family farm. And I do take comfort in these seemingly small things.
As I dig in the supply, I'll post recipes and menu ideas.
If you're interested in sources for pastured meat in your community, here's a great resource: Eat Wild
Yes, again, out of the 100 mile foodshed. But the net footprint of the meat is the addition of a cooler to a pick-up truck that makes the trip anyway, once a month.
In her dimly-lit kitchen, with dishwasher running and children sleeping in the rooms next-door, we quietly (i hope) received almost a 100 lbs. of frozen meat to be split between three families.
Her husband had a miniature heart-attack as he calculated the ratio of frozen meat spread across the island in their kitchen to their available freezer space. We, most fortunately, have an entire, vacant freezer thanks to my husband's kegerator.
What I'm going to do, and whom I'm going to feed with that bone-in leg of lamb I ordered remains to be seen. But for roughly $4.50 a pound, I have 35 lbs of patured lamb, beef, pork and chicken, all raised humanely on a family farm. And I do take comfort in these seemingly small things.
As I dig in the supply, I'll post recipes and menu ideas.
If you're interested in sources for pastured meat in your community, here's a great resource: Eat Wild
August 14, 2007
My chicken had feet... and a head...
I got an email this morning asking me where I wanted to pick up my CSA share. I have three now, and I was feeling a little confused, until I began to remember some emails a few weeks ago about "finalizing the slaughter..." and remembered what I'd signed on for.
It's one of those days, you know, where there are 15 things you have to do before dawn and that's the relaxing part of your day. Now I had another item on my to-do list.
This afternoon I took my kids to see the newborn piglets at the Little Farm in Tilden Park (check), and on the way down decided I could pick up the meat. I could bore you with the details of the hour and a half worth of side trips I had to go on (damn you, cell phone), but all that matters is that when I got there, to this woman's house, to pick up the meat, there was a string duo playing on her front porch. I mean, god bless the USofA. I had a screaming baby on my back, another child sleeping in the car, filthy from the farm. All I'd done all day was feel stressed out about my List, but there I was, getting food, standing in beautiful evening sun light hearing live music. The moment was sacred and lovely and just another of the thousands of reasons why I love living here.
So my little bag of meat contained the following:
A fresh, whole chicken, butchered this morning. Next time I have to plan better for this, she's in the freezer now, but I cannot wait to have one of her kind fresh.
2 flank steaks
2 lbs of ground beef
a pork roast
2 cuts of stewing beef
1 dozen pastured eggs
All local. Sustainable. And lived happily in the sunshine until the slaughter was finalized. So here's to protien!
It's one of those days, you know, where there are 15 things you have to do before dawn and that's the relaxing part of your day. Now I had another item on my to-do list.
This afternoon I took my kids to see the newborn piglets at the Little Farm in Tilden Park (check), and on the way down decided I could pick up the meat. I could bore you with the details of the hour and a half worth of side trips I had to go on (damn you, cell phone), but all that matters is that when I got there, to this woman's house, to pick up the meat, there was a string duo playing on her front porch. I mean, god bless the USofA. I had a screaming baby on my back, another child sleeping in the car, filthy from the farm. All I'd done all day was feel stressed out about my List, but there I was, getting food, standing in beautiful evening sun light hearing live music. The moment was sacred and lovely and just another of the thousands of reasons why I love living here.
So my little bag of meat contained the following:
A fresh, whole chicken, butchered this morning. Next time I have to plan better for this, she's in the freezer now, but I cannot wait to have one of her kind fresh.
2 flank steaks
2 lbs of ground beef
a pork roast
2 cuts of stewing beef
1 dozen pastured eggs
All local. Sustainable. And lived happily in the sunshine until the slaughter was finalized. So here's to protien!
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