And, another fine week it has been. Pups are doing great and have enjoyed some long treks over hill and dale. Since the deer are finally showing their faces again Pico can’t just jet out the door to do his business as he’ll chase them for miles. So unhappily, for him, he has to be “on-leash.” I swear the deer taunt him knowing he can’t run after them. Niki, on the other hand, just heads for the woods, does her thing and comes home. She and the Bambie’s could be buds. Horses are digging rolling in the mud and finally able to munch on some grass.
And the garden is starting to rock and roll. The ramps, a.k.a. wild leeks, are poking their heads up. If you’re lucky enough to see them at a farmer’s market go for it. They have the combined tastes of onion and garlic, are rich in A and C vitamins and are sweet. What I like the most is, because they are so tender, I can use the whole plant, leaves and all, rather than just the white part as in cultivated leeks. I love to char-grill and include them on a veggie platter. My yard is very shady which the ramps love so they are actually planted in the woods. And, this should be a good year to harvest morels. I have not had much luck in the past but if I find some I’ll just sauté with a bit of butter and sea salt. My magnolias are bursting with buds and will be magnificent in a few weeks. There are lots of crocus and hyacinths poking up along with ferns and daffodils. And all the bird houses are filling up with my feathered friends getting ready to start new families. Speaking of which, do not clean out the old nests as the birds add new materials to the base nest each year. And I will say that I can’t keep the feeders full. Mama birds are hungry.
Speaking of mommies, mine just celebrated her 88th birthday. She is an amazing woman, who with my dad raised 7 children. YIKES… I’m tired thinking about it… She is just home from a few months in St. Pete and walked 9 holes, sometimes more, every day. I pray that I’m in the great physical shape that my Mom is when I’m her age.
My mother, Marjorie Edick-Smith, is one of 10 children who grew up in Buffalo, New York. The Edick’s are great cooks. I learned much of what I know from them -- basic, classic cooking skills. Nothing fancy, just good solid food. What we now call “farm to table.” They ate lean and mean. Back in their day, the depression era, proteins were very limited. Beans ruled. Reasonable cuts of meat that required long and slow cooking were the requisite. My Grandpa and uncle’s fished on the Niagara River for perch. Friday’s were fish and chip days. What a treat. What a memory. Forty aunts, uncles and cousins gathered every week to enjoy this glorious meal. How lucky was I?
Last night was the annual Meals on Wheels “Thanks for Giving Banquet.” Volunteers who attend this turkey-dressing-mashed potato and cranberry sauce dinner come from many walks of life and fill many much needed positions in the organization. It is interesting to me that most are fit physically and mentally and very vibrant and happy. There is something to be said for giving back. A bible quote is “It is in giving that we receive.” I’d like to thank everyone who has brought pet food contributions to the bistro. It’s been 5 years since we’ve teamed up with the Meals on Wheels team to collect food for our furry friends and to date nearly 7 tons have been donated. LET’S KEEP IT GOING! Open packages are acceptable too. They are thrilled with your generosity. THANK-YOU!!
Chalkboard Features are Awesome Per Se, starting with a Chilled Jumbo Lumb Crab Salad with Avocado, Mint and Melon. Bistro Plates include Grilled Swordfish Over Skin-On Idaho Potato Hash and Blue Cheese Butter; Asian Flavor Baby Back Ribs with Korean Disco Fries; Roasted Canadian Walleye Presented with Spring Vegetable Rice Pilaf & Wilted Spinach and for our Veggie Lovers Portabobello, Spinach and Chevre Cheese “Wellington” Served with Horseradish Sauce and Roasted Tomato and White Bean Salad. YUM!!!
WE LOOK FORWARD TO SEEING YOU AT THE BISTRO!
WISHING YOU A MILLION DOLLAR DAY...
XXOO, MARY, NIKI, PICO, Z AND PICASSO