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Blueberry Season in Vermont
It’s Blueberry Season in Vermont, and high summer, and everything is possible.
Blueberry season also means there is a delightful bounty of fruits and vegetables of every sort, and no reason to have anything on your plate not grown locally. Our gardens are filled with blooms, our streams with canoes and kayaks, our country stores with the curious, and our back roads and byways are dotted with painters and photographers.
The shelves at our farm stands creak under their loads of squash and beans, corn and peppers, tomatoes and cabbage. And if you are not careful, your back porch will become the unsuspecting repository for drive-by zucchini drop-offs from well-meaning gardener friends who planted, let’s say, a couple of extra plants “just in case.”
We measure time in Vermont in terms of our own seasons: blueberry season, corn season, tomato season, mud season, leaf peeping season, and, of course, ski season.
Right now, we have blueberries tucked in every corner of the kitchen. We pick them at bountiful best, when they are practically falling off the bushes, and freeze them for use all winter long. Well, at least those that actually make it to the berry pail and not our mouths! One of our favorite starters at Readmore is a simple bowl of freshly picked sweet blueberries, light cream, and the tiniest dusting of fine sugar on top. Our guests seldom complain about this one, and often it sparks childhood memories! And in February, High Summer in Vermont is served up on your plates in the form of blueberry pancakes and muffins!
Here is one of my favorite recipes for Blueberry Muffins: RECIPE.
Supper tonight will be corn, that’s it, just corn, roasted or grilled outside (with or without butter, it’s not necessary at all). What’s left, I’ll take off the cob and use in corn fritters in the morning. The early corn this year is much sweeter than some years, so it will be a treat for my guests.
Soon, it will be my favorite season, blackberry season, so stay tuned!
Strawberry Season in Vermont:
Our Official Beginning of Summer
Strawberry Season! It is one of Vermont’s official seasons, the one that comes after Black Fly Season and Trout Season.
This is the time I wait for all year! First of all, the roses are blooming. A morning stroll in the garden with a steamy cup of coffee, a few quiet moments in the Gazebo at dusk, and the scent of roses fills the air. Life is good. The farm stands are filled with everything from quirky little garlic scapes to vine-ripened tomatoes, and every kind of green imaginable! We can pick a rainbow at the counter, and feel virtuous with every meal.
When strawberries are in season, you know that summer is really here, and now they are coming fast and furious. Blueberries are poised for their debut, and local cherries have already made their way to a large jar of brandy for use next year.
I spent an afternoon this weekend making and canning my conventional strawberry jam recipe, to pull out all winter long. I just follow the basic powdered pectin instructions, and since this year the strawberries are nice and sweet, the jam is terrific. Some years, the strawberries are watery, and I’ve found it is hardly worth the time of putting them up because the flavor will be lacking. Sometimes I add a little orange zest and juice for an extra element, but when the strawberries are as good as this year, that is not necessary.
I also made a quick fresh jam this past weekend, with the addition of a little lavender balsamic vinegar. It was great, and it was done in 20 minutes. I was using up the last of a quart of strawberries, and it this hassle-free version will keep in my refrigerator for about a month (assuming, of course, that it lasts that long…). And it’s not just for toast, I put it on roasted chicken the other night for supper, and it was a hit with all. Here’s the recipe>.
Our guests have feasted on Strawberries Romanoff, Strawberry Soup, Strawberry Smoothies, Strawberries and Cream, and Strawberry Shortcake Waffles.
When we are not wiping strawberry juice off our chins, we are enjoying all the wonderful things Vermont has to offer in the summer: long, long daylight hours, peepers at dusk, fireflies, hiking, boating, swimming, garden tours, chamber music, plays, art and crafts fairs, book sales, antiques, fine dining. You name it, we have it!
Fiddleheads: A New England Delicacy!
Not a moment too soon, the fiddlehead ferns (or just fiddleheads if you prefer) have arrived and I’ve already cooked up a big batch! My sister-in-law has her secret patch by the river all staked out for us, and she has promised more, if I cook them, and indeed I will. Last night’s dish was prepared with a little garlic and a bunch of luscious ramps, which are wild leeks and an enticing early spring green. These are my favorite. Mix the two together, and there is nothing better, especially for sun-deprived northerners who need some fresh green in their diets just about now.
My Uncle Leonard used to forage many things from the forest, a variety of mushrooms, butternuts, ramps, Indian cucumbers, groundnuts, all kinds of delicacies. But he loved the fiddleheads best, perhaps because they were the first harvest of the year. Many of our guests, especially those who are not from New England, have never even heard of fiddleheads. Once they try them, with their delicious asparagus taste and texture, they become fans. I’ve had guest write to me and tell me that since they tried them at Readmore, they now see them everywhere. Of course, they were always there, but now they are on their radar.
As my fiddleheads were soaking, and the rain drizzled outside, the mail arrived and quite by surprise I received a package from Yankee Magazine. Imagine how delighted I was to find that Readmore has been named one of the Best of New England lodging establishments (only six in Vermont, and 40 New England wide) and the editors’ choice for May/june for the “Best B&B for Readers.” They sent a lovely plaque which I’m planning to have framed. I have daffodils and violets and any number of other spring bulbs dancing about. The weeping cherry is blooming, grass actually needs to be cut, and my chives are already giving me great bounty. Spring in Vermont is good! P.S. for the recipe for fiddleheads, and explanation of what they are exactly, click HERE.
Vermont Country Store Rockingham
The Vermont Country Store in Rockingham is just a few minutes from Readmore, and is famous for not only the unique selection of “general store” items, but for the nostalgia they carry as well. The old floors still creek, the scent of apothecary fills the air, and even in the winter, the light that filters in through the windows highlights many a long-forgotten item.
Yes, as you cruise the aisles of the Vermont Country Store, you’ll find and sample a lovely selection of our famous Vermont cheese, many made right in the Rockingham area from sharp Cheddar to soft bries, and to serve alongside, there are chutneys, mustards, and flavorful dips. There’s Coke in a bottle, Ovaltine, dried beans, wax lips, old-fashioned sour pickles in a barrel, candy by the piece and black licorice whips, homemade fudge, blackberry jam and apple cider jellies, ladies cotton nightgowns, flannel shirts, and rose-scented bath salts. There’s pepper crackers and corn relish, hard-to-find cleaning products, feathered hats, hand-knit sweaters, books, striped linen dish towels, bird-feeding supplies, bag balm and duct tape (don’t forget the various salves, potions, and lotions your grandmother used, still offered in the same tins)! Just to ensure you are on the right track, there are testers of everything so you can douse yourself in the same Evening in Paris perfume you bought your mother for Christmas when you were seven.
Are you looking for a gift for a child? The Vermont Country Store carries a great selection of both hand-made toys and (new) vintage toys you forgot you loved, such as Mr. Potato Head or Operation. A loaded checkerboard invites shoppers to stop for a few minutes for a quick game, while the kids delight in trying out the new finds (from their parents’ childhood) and looking at the assortment of board games that don’t even require a battery!
Another really popular feature of the Vermont Country Store is the sales room on the second floor where many a bargain is to be found, and the famous summer-long tent sales on the front lawn of the Rockingham store, rain or shine, right through the Autumn foliage season. Where else can you find a Princess telephone or typewriter that uses an inked ribbon?
Dorothy’s grandmother offered up French Canadian Meat Pies on the holidays
French Canadian Meat Pie, or Tourtiere is a traditional dish passed down in my family, a treat that was served in our family on Christmas Eve and other special occasion. This is my version as I have substituted the local ground turkey and sausage for the usual beef and pork, but if you eat red meat, you may use it here; there are many options for locally raised, sustainable meats. Of course, when my grandmother made a French Canadian meat pie, she used the most sustainable meat possible, that which was raised on her own farm. I’ve also made it with ground soy protein, and it tastes pretty much the same! In fact, one meat eater grabbing seconds didn’t realize he had served himself from the vegetarian pie!
This makes two bountiful pies, and they freeze well.
Mémé’s Good Times French Canadian Meat Pie “Tourtiere”
recipe for French Canadian Meat Pie
One large luscious onion, diced
1 tbsp. duck fat or olive oil
2 pounds Vermont ground turkey
1 pound fresh Vermont pork sausage, broken up
tbsp. poultry seasoning
1 tsp. dried sage, or 1 tbsp. fresh, minced
½ tsp. ground cinnamon
¼ tsp. ground cloves
1 tsp. hot Hungarian paprika (my addition!)
Salt and pepper to taste
1 large bay leaf
Chicken stock or water to almost cover, about two cups
One sleeve crackers smashed into crumbs
1 cup local, organic diced potatoes, precooked but still a bit firm
2 Double butter crust pastry recipes
Sautee the onion in the fat in a large pan. Add the turkey burger, sausage, spices, and enough stock to just cover with bits poking their heads up. You can also use just plain water here, that’s what my grandmother used. Bring to boil, cover, reduce, and slow cook on low heat, covered, about an hour, stirring now and then. The house will smell like Christmas Eve!
Remove the lid, stir, and remove some of the fat and liquid that has accumulated. Add crackers and potatoes. Stir well, and spoon back a little of the liquid if need be. The mixture should be very soft and moist, but with no visible pools of liquid.
Pour into two prepared bottom crusts and make smooth. Add the top crusts, and always a little pastry decoration. This is, after all, holiday food, so it should look as pretty as it tastes. I like to decorate with little leaves made from the pastry trimmings. Brush all with an egg wash made of an exquisite organic egg and a little cold water.
Bake at 350 degrees for about 45 to 50 minutes. It should be golden brown! Check when the house starts to smell really good.
Let set at least 20 minutes before cutting. Traditionally, this was served with a brown gravy, but I like it much better with a wild foraged hen-of-the woods mushroom gravy on the side.
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