Each Little World

Blue Monday

Freezing rain on Friday evening with a bit of snow on Saturday has done little to provide protection for the garden from the single digit temperatures forecast this week. Nor did it glam the garden up the way a heavier snowfall would do. That means my focus for the foreseeable future will be the gardens I visited last summer.

It is rare to see a bottle tree up north, but this one looks completely natural as it repeats the intense color on the trellis in the image directly above.

Betsy True and Danny Aerts garden on one acre with mushrooms, fruit and flowers, a pond and a prairie, bees and chickens, a pizza oven and more. This is a shot of their fenced veggie garden which also contains pears, quince and espaliered apples. 

It's inspirational — and educational — no matter where you look. That's Betsy between me and another WHPS member. 

How I ended my year: 2019

Last Friday Mark and I went downtown for lunch and to take in the Wisconsin Triennial at MMoCA. We also made a quick stop at Half Price Books to look for a used copy of Susan Orleans' "The Library," the next book our group is reading. The library hold list was so long we decided buying a copy made more sense. While at Half Price I found a treasure from my youth: "A Little Maid of Boston" by Alice Turner Curtis.

I splurged and spent $5.00 for a 1954 hardcover copy. I wanted to see if these little books were as good — and as history filled — as I remembered. I devoured every title in this series as a kid and was impressed as an adult with all the factual info it contained, with few explanations of words a child would be unlikely to know. I am convinced that my love (and knowledge) of American history came from these books. I've always claimed that was the case but finding one of the books and reading it now, convinced me I am right.

I've been waiting three months for my name to get to the top of the hold list for a copy of this book (above). Definitely worth the wait. I picked it up Saturday morning after meeting friends for coffee and finished it late Sunday evening. Here's my take:

Goldsmith's book reminded me of "Say Nothing," another book about a kidnapping and disappearance that is at the center of each story. Yet, in both instances, it is all the other stories, facts, fictions, hidden history and politics that make these books worth reading. The author's stepfather, Chuckie OBrien, was Jimmy Hoffa's driver, go-fer, delivery guy and a young man who Hoffa treated more fondly than he did his own son. This was a page-turner since one obviously wants to find out what happened to Hoffa. By the time I reached the end of the book, those answers had paled compared to what I discovered about the mob, illegal government surveillance, family love and loyalty. Alas, it's the kind of story that made me very unhappy and even more disillusioned in my government. Still, a great read. 

I spent Monday baking cookies (Meini, Italian corneal "coins," above) for our annual New Year's Day brunch and today I'll work on the main dishes. It snowed a couple of inches overnight so it looks and feels like December. 

Have a safe and happy holiday. See you in 2020!

Perfect end of September weekend

The weather has been less than perfect, but I had a busy and satisfying weekend. It began Friday afternoon when a friend and I went to the Back to School Alumni and Friends Event sponsored by the UW's School of Human Ecology (where I received my grad degree in textile design).

We saw two widely differing fiber exhibits in the galleries of Nancy Nicholas Hall, followed by a fascinating look at the history of reusing textiles by Prof. Marina Mosokwitz — just for starters. I managed to get to two mini lectures before Mark picked me up at 5 pm for an opening at our favorite local art gallery. 

My first stop Saturday morning was the Westside Farmers Market where this trio was performing. After watching all 8 episodes of Country Music on Wisconsin Public Television, they reminded me of all the country music stars who began at this age.

Then I spent two hours at a WHPS free workshop "An Accidental Arboretum," where one of the members talked about all the trees and shrubs in her garden. As we walked through her garden she point out various specimens as well as sharing information about pruning practices, tools, and sources for plants. She topped it all off with cookies, lemonade and a handout with every one of her trees and shrubs listed by their botanical name.

I came home all excited about possibilities in our garden but went to work in the kitchen instead. First I roasted a couple of pounds of Roma tomatoes and froze them for winter soups and bruchetta. Then I made a batch of ginger broth, one of our personal pantry mainstays. Next up is Daikon and red raddish pickles. 

I took the photo above during the morning garden workshop. This is a Korean fir that died unexpectedly and the gardener left it for a snag. I love the pattern the critters who are using it are making.

We spent a rainy Sunday reading, listening to music and dealing with paperwork. Then Mark went off to a new photography book club while I settled in with the last season of Poldark. 

Mark blew our roof and gutters clear of leaves on Thursday just in case the rain was one of those gushers that doesn't move. Luckily it was gentle for the most part. But what a wet month. According to our rain gauge we got 1.48" (3.75 cm.) from Friday through early this morning, bringing our total for the month of September to 8.95" (22.73 cm.). Don't know if this is the new normal or just an unusually wet September.

In a vase on Monday: Soggy September

We had another two inches of rain yesterday morning, so I was not able to go out and cut a bouquet for Mark's bookclub who were meeting at our house. I did, however, manage to make Anna Thomas' "Cheese and Onion Pie" from an old favorite cookbook, "The Vegetarian Epicure."

This morning it was still too wet to do more than cut a few things hanging over the path or fallen onto the ground. This little bouquet has been in my bathroom for a week. This morning I just refreshed the stems of Italian parsley and Toad lilies (Tricyrtis). 

Toad lilies bloom so late that some years we have a killing frost when they are still in the bud stage. This year we are having perfect temperatures for me to be able to enjoy them. 

This is T. formosana which grows with a nice vertical stem that is quite narrow. Though the flowers look like delicate little orchids, this is a workhorse plant and well-worth growing if you are able.  

This arrangement includes a big fuzzy leaf from Bergenia ciliata, a maple-shaped leaf from Kirengeshoma, fallen oak leaves from the driveway and a stem of Cimicifuga whose flowers are going over to seeds. 

Be sure to visit Rambling in the Garden to see what other gardeners have put in a vase today. 

Summer recipes

I've been taking advantage of the summer weather to to try out new recipes, including a few from "Smitten Kitchen Every Day," the latest cookbook by Deb Perelman, of Smitten Kitchen blog fame. These days I am usually thinning cookbooks from my bookshelves but leafing through the pages of this one in A Room of One's Own bookstore, I found recipe after recipe that I wanted to try. 

Then the New York times published an interesting sounding recipe for marinated and grilled flank steak, one of my favorite meals. I bought fresh dill at the Farmers' Market for another recipe but used it first with Alliums for a tabletop bouquet. 

This is Smitten Kitchen's "potato and asparagus gribiche" which became my new favorite potato salad at first bite. The gribiche dressing (with the spoon, below) of mustard, hard boiled eggs, capers and cornichons may not be typical but I found it perfect. This dish is a great way to eat asparagus in season and a good way to enjoy it when it's not local. (Note that all her recipe titles are lower case type, so I followed suit).

I make quick cucumber pickles often in the summer, but Perelman turns hers into a bright new idea: "smashed cucumber salad with salted peanuts and wasabi peas." Another recipe where I fell in love immediately upon tasting. 

If you don't cook flank steak, the NYTimes' recipe for "Grilled Flank Steak with Worcertershire Butter" is a good starting point. Plus I froze the leftover Worcestershire butter so now I have a lovely little treat to make any meat special. 

Alas I did not take any photos of Perelman's "whitefish and pickled cucumber salad' which we ate on thick rye crackers along with "Charred Tomato Soup with Coriander and Cilantro" from the NYTimes. Both were great and they were also excellent paired. The Times suggested this was a good soup for gazpacho lovers, which we are. This soup was tasty and complex and much quicker to make than gazpacho. With fabulous tomatoes at my  local farmers' market, this is going to appear on our table a number of times before winter. 

Coffee in the Tea House

The break in the weather has brought pleasant temperatures and breezes: perfect weather for taking a break in the Tea House. Mark took these images with his phone as we got up off of our knees from weeding to relax.

Me in my full mosquito-proof gear including a veil on my sun hat. For the first time in years, I've managed to get ground covers to grow where you step across the stream. Everyone is always looking down to check their footing on the stepping stones, so it behooves me to provide a weed-free view. 

Look at the tray that Mark brought out with our coffee and a cookie to share. As he always likes to say, "Why wouldn't you line things up if you could?" Over the years he's done a lot of artwork that uses grids, stripes and checkerboards. He can't resist creating patterns.

We have cushions for sitting on the floor that are covered in beautiful blue and white Japanese fabrics. These days, however, we prefer to sit in chairs, especially if we've been on our knees weeding.

It's obvious my energy level is just about depleted at this point in the afternoon. 

Our Tea House is more rustic than the one I saw on the recent WHPS tour to an estate garden in Lake Forest, Illinois. 

It was fun to see one in a private garden, but I like ours better. 

The view out the full height door looking toward the upper pool. 

Looking out the same door around the back of the upper pool toward our weeping Serbian spruce. We bought it from Peter at Stonewall Nursery in 2014 and it has done beautifully. 

The views out the other door.

A narrow band of windows goes around the walls between the two doors. 

We change the scroll and other items in the Tea House periodically. Sometimes there is an antique Japanese pot or ikebana basket. Currently the interior is more multi-cultural with an African mask and a mid-century Raku pot from a local antiques mall. 

Wordless Wednesday

My favorite Irish food

Though many restaurants, taverns and families serve corned beef and cabbage in a nod to St. Patrick's Day, I am not one of them. A nice piece of salmon or trout is my preferred main dish to celebrate my Irish heritage. If I am feeling fancy, I start the meal with a small bowl of potato watercress soup. If I am feeling lazy, the soup is the main course, with a salad on the side. And that's just what we had for dinner this last week. 

I don't follow a recipe for this soup. It's by guess and by golly as I go along: salute chopped onions in butter, add peeled and roughly chopped Yukon gold or similar potatoes. Simmer in broth until the potatoes are fork tender. I use commercial vegetable or chicken broth. I put the liquid and half the veggies in the Cuisinart, along with a handful of watercress leaves, and give it a whirl. You can make an entirely smooth soup if you prefer, but I keep half the potatoes and onions in pieces in the liquid, because Mark is a fan of chunky soup. (DON'T YOU HATE IT WHEN AUTO CORRECT TURNS SAUTE INTO SALUTE AND THE BLOGGER NEVER NOTICES IT! Saute those onions. No need to stand at attention. Thanks to my sweet husband who always reads my posts and just noticed this glitch.)

The veggies and thick soup make this a great winter comfort food — but the watercress gives it a vibrant taste of Spring. Should I want to go all out and all Irish, I have Darina Allen's cookbook, "A Year at Ballymaloe" on my bookshelf for inspiration and recipes! Ballymaloe's restaurant, cooking school and garden (below) brought respect and international prestige to Irish cuisine. They put out a number of cookbooks, all of them worth a look. 

Fiber Friday

The two galleries in Nancy Nicholas Hall on the UW-Madison campus were filled with visitors last Sunday afternoon. Despite the cold temperatures, everyone came out to enjoy the beautiful textiles on display before the next storm hit. I snapped these two images because I was charmed by the ideas they encapsulated and thought they might inspire other party givers.

Given that the event was a ribbon cutting ceremony for the opening of the new Lynn Mecklenburg Textile Gallery, the table with hors d'oeuvres and desserts was decorated with spools of fiber appropriate to celebrate the weaver whose memory we were honoring. 

And many of the foods were fiber-licious: Candy cotton, French Silk (chocolate pie), Red Velvet Cake and Brownie Buttons (chocolate cookies that looked like big buttons with four holes in the center where one would stitch a real button). As clever as they were delicious. 

Happy 2019!

I'm hopeful that political changes on the state and national level may lead to some positive forward momentum this coming year. To get that momentum started, we're noshing and drinking coffee with all of our friends from the EVP coffeeshop where we gather every Saturday morning. 

Since the shop is closed for today's holiday, we're hosting the group at our house for the 9th year in a row. We think it's the perfect way to start our year. Hope you are off to a good start as well!