The best honey I’ve ever had.
I made some granola Saturday and used almost the very last drops of a jar of honey that I bought last spring while I was in Germany. I say “almost” because I intentionally saved a teeny bit for a soothing cup or two of tea (with bourbon and lemon) that I will savor during my inevitable and eventual winter cold. I think I’ll need it then.
Honey has kind of become a thing in our house, like refrigerator magnets and miniature models of landmarks. I buy it when I travel and it’s like bringing home a literal sweet reminder of where I was.
The jar that I nearly kicked today was purchased on a drizzly day in April, at the Saturday market in the Munsterplatz in Freiburg. I’ve visited this market a number of times over the years, but, this was the first time my youngest son experienced it. Unimagined by us, it was also the last time I would go there with my uncle.
The beautiful Munster, perpetually wrapped in scaffolding, has stood in that square for centuries providing shelter and comfort to generations. We ate sausages made by the same family who had been selling their delicious wursts in that same spot for decades. The honey, in its squat jar, tasted like pine or cedar and was the best honey I’ve ever eaten. I’m a little embarrassed about how sad I am that it’s nearly gone.
A year ago, my uncle was here, in my home. We visited Olana and attended Oktoberfest. He, as a consummate German, made himself useful and cleaned my toaster oven. It was a special time, made even more so retrospectively, after his sudden death. Like that jar of honey it was sweet and I wish it hadn’t come to an end so damned quickly.
Yesterday my youngest son turned 11. I wish I could remember exactly what time of day he was born, but it’s honestly kind of a blur. I think that happens once you have more than two children, some of the specific details no longer stick. In complete honesty, I sometimes have to pause to recall if his birthday is the 5th or the 9th of February. I guess I’ll never win Mother of the Year, but I do think I have a shot at Mother of the Day based upon my efforts yesterday.
The morning started with the scent of chocolate chip/ M&M cookies baking. You know what? Everyone should wake up on their birthday to a warm kitchen and the smell of freshly baked cookies. Quinn had Nutella crepes for breakfast, his favorite and he loved the Gryffindor scarf I had bought for him. When he left the house for school, he kissed me goodbye and thanked me for a “wonderful” morning. Pretty sweet, right?
I went to Quinn’s school a short while later to join his class for a field trip to the Albany Institute of History and Art. I know that my chaperoning days are coming to a close and felt really fortunate that he wanted me to attend. We rode the bus together and I think I succeeded in providing my son with special attention while also giving him his space, a balancing act which becomes more challenging as a child grows. The exhibit was nicely done and the activities were active and hands on, perfect for a group of 5th graders. It was a nice day.
Our big plan for the evening was dinner out. Quinn has a thing for Korean barbeque and had been anticipating gorging on dumplings for days. We trucked up to Colonie, hungry and excited for a special meal, but were disappointed to see that the restaurant was closed. I had never even considered that possibility! We sat in the car laughing about our luck and I was incredibly impressed with Quinn’s ability to join in the mirth and indulge his brothers as they teased him about his misfortune. After a moment’s consideration, Quinn decided that Chinese would hit the spot and we turned around and headed towards Ocean Palace, placing our order as we took the long, leisurely drive back down Central Avenue.
Our indulgent order (Peking Duck, squid with salt and pepper, beef chow fun, 2 orders of steamed dumplings, Chinese broccoli with ginger sauce and sesame chicken) took about 45 minutes to prepare, leaving us with about 25 minutes to kill. That much time simply waiting can be deadly, but my sons were remarkably chill about the entire dinner fiasco. There wasn’t a moment of complaining or whining or kvetching and I was left feeling ridiculously proud of their good natured flexibility. My boys are growing up.
PS – Dinner, as always, was great. Happy Year of the Monkey, y’all!
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I was absolutely heartbroken yesterday to learn that Sentinel Butchery had closed their doors after a valiant attempt to provide best quality, local meats to the Capital District. Maybe you never had a chance to get to Emily Peterson’s shop or consume the products she brought from farm to table, but I assure it was special and the loss is real. Although the store was open for far too short of a time, it was long enough to demonstrate that what we eat is better when it is personal.
Emily and I opened our businesses within days of one another. When I was putting the finishing touches on the guest list for my Ladies First event, I saw a post on Table Hopping about Sentinel Butchery and was impressed by the rack of lamb pictured (from Washington County!) and Steve Barnes’ positive words about the store. When he stopped in to my place a few days later, I asked him if he thought Emily might be interested in joining my gathering of women who impress, inspiration and influence. He shared her contact information with me and the rest is history – she
was the came to the party and knocked everyone’s socks off with her enthusiasm and personality. Steve was right – Emily and I got along famously, to the point that Steve and I “argued” over which of us had the larger crush on her.
Since that first event, Emily and I forged a friendship based upon mutual respect, passion for our work and laughter. Lark + Lily sourced all of our meats from her for our super successful New Year’s Day Open House and had looked forward to further collaboration in the future. The loss of Sentinel Butchery is, of course, a loss to Emily and her family, but it is also a loss to countless others, people who understand that knowing that the person who is selling you your roast or sausage or chops is the very same person who selected and butchered the animal from which those meats came from, is an entirely different level of sourcing ingredients.
Sentinel Butchery may no longer be open, but I’m confident that Emily will move forward and continue on a path which is true and real and genuine. She’s just that kind of woman and I’m looking forward to seeing what comes next. You should be, too.
My latest SEEN gallery over at the TU. Check out all the smiling happy people.
Did you see this
over on All Over Albany? Geesh – leave town for a week and miss all kinds of exciting stuff! You get excited about cookies, right? There’s a contest to come up with the perfect cookie to celebrate All Good Bakers
‘ impending arrival in the DelSo. I’ve been thinking about what would be the perfect representation of our neighborhood in a cookie form, and I’ve got some ideas…
Although the Wine n Diner didn’t survive, something Mikey, the owner, said
stuck with me. I agree with his (co-opted) statement that Delaware Avenue is where Lark Street goes to grow up and believe the DelSo cookie needs to have some adult qualities…dark chocolate chunks, Really dark chocolate with a bitter note. I’d say. There’s also the fact
that Delaware Avenue was known as an Italian enclave so maybe toss in some toasted pignoli nuts to show proper respect to the family. And then we’d need something to sweeten them up a bit – maybe some dark brown sugar? Lastly – a little spiciness is present in our ‘hood and I think a little ginger would add just the right touch.
What do you think? Get to Facebook
and share your thoughts asap. Contest is open until Monday only!!
While I wouldn’t consider myself to be overly impressed by beefcake, I do enjoy a good piece of meat. Last night I treated the Lilly
boys/princes to a beautiful roast beef dinner. Or roast beast, as I said to Quinn.
I prepared the beef simply, with salt and pepper, and placed the roast on a meat rack in my magic roasting pan. Below the beef in the pan was a combination of red wine, beef stock and sliced onions adding some steamy richness to the oven. Confession: I don’t know what I do wrong, but I struggle to slice roast beef as thinly as I would like. Yes, my knife is sharp. Any hints?
|After spending the day in the crockpot
Dinner was tasty and there were unsliced leftovers of the 2.5 lb roast despite Griffin’s best efforts. I only had to threaten Quinn with discipline twice, both times related to the mashed yellow and sweet orange potatoes. As if beef and mashed potatoes aren’t the ultimate pairing!
This morning I placed the beef, the au jus/onion liquid and a couple of canned chipotles in adobo, into the crock pot and let things simmer all day. Tonight, I removed the meat and shredded/sliced it, adding my leftover mashed potatoes from the previous night to the juices in the pot. This step worked to both thicken things up a bit and to take the edge off my enthusiasm with the chilis. Delicious. Like a spicy beef stew that would only have been more wonderful with some sliced avocado and a cheese quesadilla. Maybe tomorrow.
I’m not a vegetarian, but every once in a while I have a dish that tells me I could be
without missing meat at all. Like this fabulous mushroom dish prepared by Jason Baker, the chef at the Wine Bar and Bistro on Lark
– where I am lucky enough to work a couple of nights a week. Damn, that was tasty!
|King Oyster Mushroom small plate – by Jason Baker
Thanks to another guy, Jonathan
, at the bistro, I experienced my first savory bread pudding recently. It isn’t often that I request a recipe
from someone, but this bread pudding was unlike anything I’ve ever eaten – earthy, cheesy, and a touch squashy sweet – delicious comfort food perfect for a potluck, brunch or Super Bowl party. I made mine with a molasses sweetened multi-grain bread, which I think added a nice dark richness to the finished product. Next time I make it (and there most certainly will be a next time), I will be a bit less enthusiastic about the amount of bread I use. It was a tad
drier than I would have liked. Nonetheless, the kale released a bit of juice which prevented things from being too
dry and the 5th period lunch crew really seemed to enjoy my Monday offering.
|Bubbly, hot veggies, cheese and bread – oh, my!
There were some leftovers to contend with and, in my opinion, this dish screamed for a fried egg or two to take it to a whole ‘nother time of the day – breakfast. I’m a big fan of getting some fruit and/or veggies servings in early in the day and this recipe does the trick. Don’t be shy – add some ham or smoked salmon, maybe mix things up with spinach or a variety of squashes. Remember – it’s your meal! Or meals, as the case may be.
|The breakfast version. You know I like me a fried egg. Or two.