view of the path to our home-away-from-home with bathroom and outdoor shower against the side of the garage to the right |
I still feel connected to all of those wonderful people from so many different parts of my life because we have worked to maintain our relationships from afar, but of course it is not the same once we all moved. I am not there for their birthdays, they are not there to take me out for a drink after getting a promotion at work, and we cannot get together on a random Wednesday for a potluck knitting night filled with endless conversation and wine. I miss those days desperately and I feel that lose here, in tropical paradise more than ever before. It is just Dylan and I out here, and don’t get me wrong, we are having a ton of fun together and our hosts are incredibly kind and welcoming. We are quickly becoming friends, but after missing it for so long, I am very much looking forward to the end of this year when Dylan and I make it to Portland, Maine and begin to plant roots, together, for the very first time in either of our lives.
I know I have said it before, but we are not exactly cut out
for this transient lifestyle, Dylan and I. Though I am so happy we stepped out of our comfort zones and
left New England for a while, experiencing city life in Seattle and now
4 months of farming in the tropics, I have finally made it to the point in my
life where I miss my home. This is not a place I ever expected to find myself
and it caught me by complete surprise. I miss having a community of people who truly know
us and are as excited as we are to visit with one another. I miss having
history, of knowing a place inside and out. Our history is in New England. It’s
hard to believe in 3 short months we will be back there, ready to plant our
roots and stay, to once again have a home.
New England, I hope you are ready to welcome us with open arms because we are
coming back for good this time.
So while we can’t exactly tear into a fresh Maine lobster or
my mom’s homemade mac and cheese, we are finding much solace in our little
outdoor kitchen, bonding over the new culinary traditions we are creating here
that one day we will replicate in a future kitchen, nostalgic for our time in
Hawaii. We have spent an exceptional amount of time in the kitchen this week,
so I thought I would share a few of our experiences and experiments with you
today. I hope you enjoy reading about them as much as we have enjoyed devouring
them. I’m sure I will say this many times in future writings, but the food
here, and Dylan’s creative uses for it, is nothing short of fabulous.
You can hardly tell we chopped a huge branch from this basil |
We started this epic week of food by chopping off a huge
branch of our incredibly prolific basil plant destined to become a beautifully
green jar of pesto, because what else is there to do with this much basil?
Being on financial hibernation means no chance at buying pine nuts so we worked
with what we had, macadamia nuts and skipped the cheese altogether. Let me tell
you, pesto with garlic, a little arugula for an extra kick, and those delicious
mac nuts all blended together with plenty of EVOO and a bit of lemon juice,
salt and pepper is pretty incredible. We’ve had it for a week and the jar is
half empty already. A big spoonful of the stuff on a slice of fresh sourdough
bread from the farmer’s market is my new favorite snack (in fact I’m eating some as we speak). We’re probably going to eat a lot of pesto while we’re here
because, well it’s delicious for one, and there is a seemingly endless supply
of basil on this farm.
Pesto is done and the kefir is beginning its fermentation process |
In addition to the Mac-nut Pesto project, we also
experimented with our first batches of kefir, a yogurt-like fermented milk
drink with incredible health benefits. I’ll admit, I was a bit weary of this
stuff at first, the idea of leaving milk to sit out on the counter for
24-48hours in a jar in the heat of Hawaii seemed wrong to me, but the stuff is
incredible. In keeping with tradition, our hosts passed down a capful of kefir
grains to us, which we plopped into a large mason jar and filled most of the
way with whole milk and put on the counter to sit for two days. It worked like
a charm. Despite our apprehension, and blended with frozen mango chunks, it
made a mean smoothie. Since we had bought a full gallon of milk to work with,
we ended up with about 5 batches of this stuff to figure out how to use.
Smoothies are a great option, but you can only drink so much
kefir, so Dylan flipped through Wild Fermentation, an amazing book Libby and Mike passed on to us when we were in
Brooklyn last month, and found a recipe for kefir-buckwheat pancakes. We didn’t
have buckwheat, but we did have a few pounds of whole-wheat flour on hand, so
we worked with that. These pancakes are the best pancakes I have ever had.
Ever. They are so moist and chewy with a delightful sour tang and they taste
great both drenched in Vermont Maple syrup and done savory with some spicy
chilies, green peppers and onion scrambled eggs with a dollop of sour cream on
top. Regardless of what you pair them with, these pancakes are delicious. I’m
adding them to my growing list of “new favorite recipes.” Just kefir,
whole-wheat flour, and water mixed and cooked on the griddle. Yum.
Dylan prepping the leeks & jar of kefir fermenting on the shelf |
For our weekly potluck dinner this Wednesday, Dylan and I
chose to share a bit of our Seattle experience with our hosts and new friends,
while making use of the 4 big leeks that needed harvesting. Since there was
such a small harvest, our hosts wanted the leeks to be featured at the potluck,
so I suggested that Dylan and I make a batch of my favorite leek soup and she
eagerly agreed, providing us with a big jar full of homemade chicken stock she
rendered, unable to locate the duck stock hiding somewhere in her freezer.
Dylan and I fell in love with this soup after our first Christmas in Seattle
when we roasted a duck as our main course. It was my first whole duck since I gave
up being a vegetarian earlier that year and determined not to let any of it go
to waste, Dylan rendered stock with the left over bones and bits. We happened
to have a bunch of leeks that didn’t make it on the Christmas dinner menu, so I
suggested making leek soup with the duck stock. It was the best decision I have
ever made.
There is nothing in this soup aside from 4 chopped leeks
(the white and light green parts) and rich, homemade duck stock simmered
together for about 35-45minutes. It didn’t even require salt. I love this soup
and it will always remind me of that first Christmas in Seattle, our first
Christmas away from home, and the year I discovered farm-fresh meats for the
very first time, ending my 16 years of vegetarianism. Even with the chicken
stock replacing duck, everyone loved our simple soup and eating it transported
me to a wonderful time and place, providing some of the much-needed connection
I’ve been missing lately. It warmed me thoroughly to be able to share a piece
of our history with the people here in Hawaii on this farm we are temporarily
calling home.
The tomatillos exploded this week after the rain, we could hardly keep up with the 5 plants... salsa verde is next on the list! |
those are jars behind the hot sauce hold fennel we are pickling |
Dylan was on a roll this week and also made a giant batch of
tomatillo gazpacho, putting the mountains of green tomatoes to good use, along
with farm fresh cilantro and green peppers, and chopped red onions, cucumbers,
and creamy avocados from the farmer’s market in town. For my birthday last year
Dylan made me a big batch of chipotle gazpacho lined with shrimp like a giant
bowl of shrimp cocktail, so this cold tomato soup holds a special place in my
heart. I seasoned this batch with a few drops of the super spicy hot sauce that
we brewed this week using the Hawaiian red chilies that dot the farm like
beautiful red Christmas lights, a fantastic contrast to the bright green and
blue tones of the earth and sky here. Those little chilies pack a serious punch
and there are so many of them that Dylan and I plan to make and bottle batch
after batch to bring home as souvenirs when we leave.
Oh and before I wrap up, I have to tell you that after two
years of subjecting Dylan to kale, my most favorite green vegetable of all
time, he has finally come around, willingly cooking and eating kale almost
every single day now. I could not be happier with this new development in his
culinary repertoire. When Dylan was working at the Confectional, back in
Seattle, and had to open the market store on Saturday mornings, I used to make
myself a weekly fancy breakfast for one. This comprised of oil and vinegar
sautéed kale with cherry tomatoes, onions, and garlic, topped with a poached
egg that would run it’s creamy yellow yoke harmoniously over the veggies. Dylan
always mocked my obsession with kale, until now with kale being the most
numerous plant on the farm. Now that Dylan has played around with it, he too
has fallen in love with this versatile leafy green and I could not be happier.
Kale grows so easily, in just about any climate, and a
single plant produces an incredible amount of food, making it a no-brainer for
small farmers of a self-sufficient mind. Needless to say, we will be growing a
lot of kale when we eventually get our own personal backyard grocery store
planted in Maine. This week we have had kale under a blanket of scrambled eggs,
a kale and purple potato frittata, and coconut-curried kale with blackened
chilie-cauliflower (twice we’ve had that one now). We’ve had kale sautéed
simply in EVOO with salt and pepper, in sesame oil with soy sauce and Hawaiian
red chillies, and we’ve had it chopped finely and sautéed with eggplant. All
this beloved kale makes the longing to plant our roots firmly in the Maine soil
that much easier to manage. Well, that and the thought of so many of my
favorite people reading this and sharing in our experience here on the farm. So
I leave you today smiling and full of yummy food, and of course, lots of kale.
Love to you all from hot, hot Hawaii.