8.27.2011

Lend someone a hand: an auction dinner for Jennie (plus a cooking class)

If you take a look at Jennifer Perillo’s food blog and inspect the archives, you will notice that on August 4, 2011, she wrote about cherry slushies. Finally! Here she apologizes for the delay in posting and rattles on about all the other little details that we food bloggers love to rattle on about when writing about a recipe.  The recipe follows, along with a pitch for canning and how convenient it would be to make a really easy dessert on the spur of the moment when your pantry is full of your homemade goodies.  This is business as usual in the life of a food blogger (and I should add, it is a delicious business.)

Skip to the next post on August 8th and you will see Jennie’s husband Mikey swinging his daughter in a sweet video. Mikey’s last dance.

Mikey died suddenly of a heart attack.

This is how it happens.

One day, life is going along and you are loving it, complaining about it, planning it, living it. And then, the next day, it is not. Not. Going. Along. Your world has crashed. A big bomb has exploded right in the middle of everything, shattering your heart into a million pieces and sending your life along with it. Everywhere and nowhere.  Pieces, little pieces of it, flung to the moon and back. How do you put it together again?

Of course, you cannot put it back. Jennie cannot put it back to where it was. We can only send her love and hope she will slowly, oh so painfully slowly, find peace one day.

I only barely met Jennie. It was more of a we-were-at-a weekend –gathering-together kind of thing than an actual meeting. But my heart breaks for her and I would like to do something. I feel so grateful for my own life. Anyone who hears Jennie’s story knows that they are just a hair’s breadth away from the possibility of living it, or something similar, themselves. Life is not always kind. Jennie’s story reminds us of how fragile it is. And how precious.

So, in order to do something tangible, I am hoping you will join me in helping Jennie just a little. A wonderful trio of women (Maggy, Erika and Aimee) started Bloggers Without Borders to help fellow bloggers in need. Shauna of Gluten Free Girl has kicked off an online auction to raise money for Jennie so that she and her daughters, ages 3 and 8, can have a small buffer to pad their current potentially precarious financial situation. You can bid on any of the auction items or make a donation,  or you can join me for a fall harvest feast that I am putting up for auction. You don’t have to know Jennie or even know a food blogger to participate. Just come and enjoy, and know that in the process you can make someone’s life just a teensy bit better.




AUCTION:
Description: I will throw a dinner party/cooking class with a festive farmers' market menu (vegetarian or otherwise) for 6 people at my home in the Boston area. We’ll try to start around 5:00 so we can all get busy on the instruction part of the class and settle in for a stupendous dinner. Date to be determined at a mutually convenient time.

Bidding starts at $300 (that's $50 a head, folks!)  Bidding will close at 11:59 p.m. on September 3. Leave your bids in the comment section. 



8.26.2011

All about eggs part 2: the recipes: angel food cake, lemon curd and a meringue tutorial

Well, Luke almost had me convinced to set up a chicken coop in the backyard, but I am quite certain that my neighbors in our quasi-urban area would not be sympathetic to such a project. Certainly a few free eggs now and then would not be enough to mollify them. The foxes from the nearby urban golf course might enjoy them though.

Meanwhile, I still have access to good farm eggs, so I will seek them out more regularly. Farmers’ markets abound in the Boston area, and I can almost always score a few dozen eggs every week or so in the summer. I will have to be more determined once the weather cools and these markets close. I love cooking and baking with farm eggs; their yolks are firm and deep yellow, the way eggs should be. I also feel much better knowing that the hens have not been confined to scandalously small quarters and subjected to terrible conditions.

For some reason, Luke begged for angel food cake with lemon curd, even though he is not much of a dessert eater. Certainly it has an old-fashioned appeal, and I think he is waxing poetic about farm life now that he is home and getting ready to go back to college. As it happened, one of his friends came to dinner on the day I planned to make it, so the cake became a gluten-free dessert. I am not an experienced gluten-free baker, but with my trusty box of gluten-free multi-purpose flour from King Arthur Flour, I had no problems. If you like, you can substitute cake flour for the gluten free flour in the recipe.

We ate it with lemon curd (recipe below) to use some of the egg yolks. I also love angel food cake with fruit sorbet. You can cut off the top, hollow out the center and fill it with sorbet. Replace the top and freeze and slice. To gild the lily, frost the cake with some lightly sweetened whipped cream.

Gluten-Free Angel Food Cake
You will need an angel cake pan for this cake so that the cake can rest upside down as it cools. If you skip this step, the cake will still taste good, but it surely will be deflated and sad looking. (I know, I hesitated and the first cake drooped.)
Makes 1 nine or ten-inch cake

1 1/2 cups granulated sugar
3/4 cup King Arthur gluten-free multi-purpose flour (or cake flour for non-gluten free)
1/3 cup cornstarch
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 1/2 cups egg whites (11 to 12 eggs)
1 tablespoon lemon juice or 1 teaspoon cream of tartar
2 teaspoons vanilla
Confectioner’s sugar, for dusting

1. Arrange a rack in the lower third of the oven and heat the oven to 375 degrees.

2. With a strainer or a sifter, sift 1/2 cup of the sugar, the flour, cornstarch and the salt together onto a piece of waxed paper.

3. In a squeaky clean bowl of a mixer with the whisk attachment,  beat the egg whites  until frothy. Add the lemon juice or cream of tartar and continue to beat until soft peaks form. Gradually beat in the remaining 1 cup of sugar, beating until stiff peaks form when you raise the beater. Beat in the vanilla.

4. With a large rubber spatula or your hand, quickly and carefully fold the flour mixture into the whites in three additions.

5. Rinse a 9 or 10-inch angel cake pan with warm water. Do not grease it! Scrape the batter into the pan and smooth the top with the back of a spoon. Rap the pan gently on the countertop once or twice to release air bubbles. Bake for 45 minutes or until it is golden brown and feels bouncy to the touch.

6. Immediately invert the pan so it stands on its “legs.” Leave the cake in the pan until it cools completely. Run a knife between the cake and the sides of the pan to release the cake and set it on a cake plate. Dust with confectioner’s sugar and slice with a serrated knife.

Lemon Curd
You could use all yolks in this recipe, but the whites lighten the mixture a bit, giving you a smooth, custardy texture. Straining eliminates little bits of white that may have overcooked (although this shouldn't be much of a problem if you take the pan off the heat and strain it pronto.) You still need to strain out the bits of lemon zest which add flavor when the curd cooks, but detract from the finished texture. 
Makes 2 cups

3/4 cup lemon juice (4 to 6 lemons)
1 1 /3 cups sugar
3 egg yolks
3 whole eggs
Pinch of salt
1/4 pound (8 tablespoons, 1 stick) unsalted butter, cut in small cubes

1. Set a strainer over a bowl and place it next to the stove.

2. In a heavy bottomed medium saucepan, whisk the lemon zest, lemon juice, sugar, egg yolks, whole eggs and salt. Add the butter pieces.

3. Set the pan on the stove over medium heat. Stirring constantly with the whisk, cook the mixture until it thickens and comes just to a boil around the edges.

4. Quickly remove the pan from the heat and scrape the lemon curd into the strainer. Strain and cool. Serve cold or at room temperature with the angel food cake. 

5. To store, press a piece of plastic wrap onto the surface of the lemon curd and refrigerate. For a special treat, serve it spread on brioche or toast for breakfast.

LOOK AND COOK: HOW TO MAKE MERINGUE


Start with a squeaky clean bowl. Any oil residue or bits of yolk interfere with the expansion of the whites. Beat until foamy and add cream of tartar (first choice) or lemon juice. This helps stabilize the egg whites and makes for a very creamy but firm finished meringue.
Beat the eggs until they start to form soft peaks. Now you can add the sugar.




Slowly add the sugar, a tablespoon or two at a time , beating constantly. The meringue starts to look creamy and firm.

Once all the sugar is added, the meringue should look creamy and hold firm peaks when you lift the beater. 


Return the sifted dry ingredients to the sifter and lightly sift 1/3 of the flour over the meringue.


With a rubber spatula or your hand. Yes! your hand is the best tool, a trick I learned from a very experienced pastry chef. (However, you may not want to get your hands in the batter.) Either way, draw the spatula from the far side of the bowl towards you, scraping it along the bottom.Turn it to fold it over as pictured here. Continue, turning the bowl 90 degrees each time, until the flour is incorporated. Repeat with another 1/3 of the flour. Finish by adding the final 1/3 of the flour.




Scrape the batter into the pan and smooth the top with the back of a spoon. Bake in a preheated 375 degree oven for 45 minutes, until the cake is browned and springy to the touch. 
IMMEDIATELY flip the pan over so it stands on its legs and let it cool completely in the pan.
Note: I had a major computer/camera breakdown at this point, so no pictures of finished cake. Being thus preoccupied, I did not flip the pan right away and my cake drooped. I had to start over!!

8.25.2011

All about eggs (from the farm) part 1

[This post by my son Luke Vargas resumes the series where he left off writing about grass-fed beef at a farm in Wyoming]


What could be better in the morning than eggs? No matter how you like them, eggs are an inexpensive and tasty way to load up on healthy cholesterol and fatty acids. Eggs also contain Vitamin B12 , a crucial fuel vegans and non-ovo vegetarians give up (and can only supplement with Vitamin B12 analogues).

Here on the farm we collect eggs every evening before supper, and with 110 laying hens, we take in around 70 eggs daily. Caring for hens and reaping the rewards is a simple process, but there’s more to it than you may realize.
While nothing is inherently wrong with a perfectly-shaped and unblemished white egg like those you see in the cheapest of Walmart egg cartons (pictured below), there are lots of things to be aware of when buying eggs off the shelf. Let’s look a few of them.

The Egg Supply Chain

In 2010 over five-hundred million eggs were recalled by factory producers due to salmonella contamination. These eggs found their way to the shelves at Walmart, Costco, and grocers across fourteen states. One brand I feature below — Sparboe — was among those recalled

For any television viewers out there, an advertising blitz by “Real California Dairy” asserts that 96% of California’s dairies are “family-owned.” This term has been touted recently by food producers under fire from food activists concerned with the commercialization of the food chain, as it gives the impression of a small, family-operated of local operation. Don’t be fooled by advertising; Sparboe Farms promotes itself as “family-owned since 1954” right on the packaging, yet their food empire (according to their website) encompasses “seven processing plants supported by 33 accompanying layer and pullet production sites” across three states. Does that sound like your average mom and pop family farm?

Can we be comfortable with the egg supply chain when contamination at a small number of egg factories cause such a staggeringly large recall? As is the case with locally-produced milk, and locally-raised vegetables, were any health problems to pop up from our ranch's eggs, we could easily test our hens, individually contact our customers, and the small-scale of our operation would prevent the situation from spiraling out of control.



If our nation's food supply remained local, as it was until this past century, we could move beyond the kind of mega-outbreaks that are such a prominent feature of modern agribusiness.

So what’s the solution? (Read more about the violations levied against Wright County Eggs here)

Pricing and the Egg Distribution Model

There are a number of pasture eggs available at farmers markets or small shops, but grocery stores nationwide have begun to offer products touting themselves as similar. While it is possible to “scale-up” a true pasture egg operation, it is reasonable to become skeptical of those brands with nationwide presence that purport to have such a product. Besides, organic farms that ship products to high-end grocers across much of continental US are really working against the local food movement by sending their products so far out of the community.


As far as quality goes, it is not smooth sailing once you start spending more. Let’s look at Horizon Organic’s $5.29 product, effectively the top of the line.

Since “free-range” is a government-regulated food labeling word, and Horizon does not meet this standard, they’ve created their own phrase — “Free-Roaming”— to trick consumers into buying a product they believe to be much better than it is in reality. Don’t get me wrong, the “organic” and “cage free” standards that Horizon meets are a step in the right direction, but their product is hardly worth the steep price. But in many ways, a free-range egg operation is not suited for a nationwide distribution model. There are breeds of hens suited for all climates, and there is no reason the eggs your family eats should come from more than fifty miles away.

The folks at United Poultry Concerns share my concern about large commercial “free-range” operations:

Birds raised for meat may be sold as “free-range” if they have government certified access to the outdoors. The door may be open for only five minutes and the farm still qualifies as “free-range.” Apart from the “open door,” no other criteria such as environmental quality, number of birds, or space per bird, are included in the term “free-range.” A government official said: “Places I’ve visited may have just a gravel yard with no alfalfa or other vegetation.”

Grass fed

Since chickens are omnivores, our hens eat whatever strikes their fancy as they wander around the ranch. Often this includes grubs and insects, healthy greens, and the occasional milk or slop we leave out for them. When they so desire, they snatch up the oat/wheat grain supplement we sprinkle along the driveway each morning.

Regardless of whether Walmart’s eggs are indeed “cage-free,” they are certainly not roaming around a grassy countryside like ours. Thus, they are most certainly not grass-fed or pasture-fed.

Then there is the issue of the “100% Vegetarian Fed” promise on labels of late. It is impossible to state definitively what a freely roaming animal will eat. The only environment in which such a claim could be made is in a closed environment, precisely what we don’t want for animals.

Seeing the barrage of advertisements promising such “healthy” practices make me want to cry out: “Why in God’s name are your chickens eating corn and soy of all things?!?” Could it be because these staples are among the most heavily subsidized foods in America, and because “soy” and “vegetarian” have such positive connotations within the food community?

Like I said, chickens are omnivores. They’ll eat bugs and grubs, seeds, breads and raw grains, fruits and vegetables; they’ll drink milk, and as a warning to anybody interested in raising chickens, they’ll eat eggs, too, so make sure they don’t get their appetites excited and realize your eggs are an ever present food source!

Coloring

One question I was asked a number of times at the Gillette farmer’s market was why our cartons of eggs featured a variety of colors. One woman asked: “are these duck eggs?” As I mentioned above, white eggs aren’t necessarily bad, as certain hens produce only white eggs.

Pearly white eggs from Walmart!
Just as some customers appreciate the spectrum of egg colors of pasture-fed chickens, others think a green or off-white eggshell is a sign of something wrong. Because of this, certain chicken factories take steps to make sure all their eggs are the same color. To achieve this, bleach and other whiteners are used to erase any natural blemishes and to ensure an consistent looking product appears on the shelves.

The egg spectrum, from caged to pastured. (The egg brands featured are named further down the page)

Additionally, there is nothing wrong with a flock of chickens of a single breed that produce the same color eggs. However, on  the ranch here you will find breeds such as theAmeraucana,  Araucana, Rhode Island Red, Orpington, and others. The result is a selection of eggs we joke about as having an “Easter Egg” appearance, from red to green to blue and white.

Internal Characteristics

One thing you’ll notice immediately when you make the switch from cheap eggs to our pasture eggs, or equivalent, is the size and shape of the yolk.


Before I arrived here, I believed the yolk would eventually turn into a baby chick if I kept it in a warm spot, or didn’t eat the eggs I’d purchased soon enough. There is no chance that could happen without keeping them warm enough and long enough to duplicate under-the hen conditions. If you have a fertilized egg, the baby chick will first appear as a black speck no larger than a poppy seed on the edge of the yolk.

Foolishly, many people avoid yolks citing their high levels of fat and cholesterol, when in fact the vitamins A, D, E and various other nutrients make them considerably more valuable nutritionally than the whites. This should make sense; since the embryo will grow from the yolk, it holds a sizeable quantity of all the things needed to develop into a healthy chick. By comparison, the egg white is merely a watery layer of protection for the yolk.


Below I’ve compared the inside of four different eggs: 1) from Sparboe Farms (purchased at Walmart for $1.64/dozen, 2) from Walmart's Great Value brand (purchased at Walmart for $2.24/dozen), 3) Land O Lakes brand (purchased at Walmart for $2.48/dozen), and 4) a pasture-fed egg collected here at the EZ Rocking Ranch. 
The disappointing internal appearance and surprising acrobatic abilities of low-quality Walmart eggs
The results were substantial. The Sparboe and Great Value eggs immediately slid to the rim of the skillet after being cracked in the middle, and they smelled strongly of "egg," a scent that even I as an egg advocate find a tad nauseating. Notice how the white of the Sparboe egg is watery and separates from the yolk, while the Great Value egg raises its arm and surrenders to its higher quality competitors.


Meanwhile, the Land O Lakes (left) and pasture eggs (right) from the ranch performed much better. Both stayed in their spots on the skillet, had firmer, more richly developed yolks, and creamy whites.  

Just like feedlot cattle, laying hens from America’s cheapest producers are treated as slave animals. If you really think you should be able to buy eggs for $1.64 a dozen, you’ll get what you pay for, and with your purchase, you are telling agribusiness that their exploitative model is tolerated by consumers. It shouldn’t be.

Quick tip:

If you think you may have a fertilized egg, place it in a glass of water next to a store-bought egg. If the egg begins to lift off the bottom of the glass, stands on end or floats, toss the egg, as this is a sign of an old or almost-spoiled egg. 


A stray egg found behind the wheelbarrow — a good candidate for the floating test!

Get Going:

You’ve probably heard pitches by politicians of late encouraging Americans to start vegetable gardens in their yards. If even 25% of American families did this, the food cycle would start to change—those individuals with certain skills such as plumbing or wiring could perform small jobs in exchange for produce. Expanding this model, owners of milk cows could trade their milk for eggs (as we do at the ranch), those with meat chickens could trade for fresh veggies and fruit, and soon everyone could be involved in the local food model, consuming quality goods, and getting to know their neighbors a little better.

A good first step for anyone with a few hundred square feet of backyard space is to raise your own laying hens. The website, Backyard Chickens provides comprehensive information and community tools to help get your chicken-raising project up and running. With just two or three chickens, a family can be provided upwards of a dozen eggs weekly. Hens also mow your lawn, fertilize the soil better than any chemical, and though they may not lick your leg coming back from work each evening, they are a delight for children and adults alike as a quasi-“pet” with unique personalities and habits. 

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8.08.2011

It's summer; eat like an Italian: tomato bruschetta recipe





When summer finally hits its stride, you begin to understand Italian food. What’s all the fuss about? Think figs, arranged on a pretty plate and drizzled with honey, perfect peaches macerated in white wine and strewn with lavender, freshly picked, fat asparagus, peeled, steamed, doused with fruity olive oil and topped with finely shaved shards of Parmigiano-Reggiano. This is heady stuff. Food for kings. At its core, Italian food only asks for simple ingredients at the peak of perfection served up without fuss. Ingredients now available in the good ol’ USA at your local farmers’ market.

We pay the farmer more than the grocer and we should. They work hard to bring their gardens to us. We could live on their vegetables for months on end. And maybe we will. What more do we need? Zucchini still warm from the field, beets smelling of the earth they came from, delicate greens and lettuces that, once washed will last for weeks on end in the fridge if we don’t eat them first.

Our backdoor neighbor once handed me a head of lettuce he had just picked from his garden. He couldn’t see the car out front, motor running and crammed to the gills with suitcases, beach chairs, and surfboards. I didn’t have the heart to refuse him, so I hastily ran into the kitchen, rinsed off the grit and towel ed off every little drop of moisture. Packed in a heavy plastic bag lined with paper towels, that lettuce greeted us upon our return from vacation with smiling, tender leaves, fresher than any grocery store excuse for lettuce encased in cellophane.

I’d like to go to Italy this summer, but it’s not in the cards. No matter. I feel my heart swell to a few stanzas of Puccini in this blissfully simple assembly of sun-warmed tomatoes, fragrant olive oil, fresh basil and parsley and a few hunks of good bread. Carpe diem! Get thee to a farmer’s market!

Tomato Brushcetta
Serves 4 as an appetizer,  2 for lunch

1 large ripe tomato, at room temperature
1/2 pint multicolored cherry tomatoes,  cut in half, or in quarters if large
A small handful of basil leaves, torn in pieces
2 tablespoons coarsely chopped parsley
Feur de sel or Maldon sea salt, to taste
Black pepper, to taste
1 teaspoon red wine vinegar
1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil
1 garlic clove, peeled
4 (1/2-inch thick) slices from a rustic loaf of bread

1. Core the tomatoes and cut them in half horizontally. Hold each half over a bowl and gently squeeze to release the seeds and excess juice. Discard the seeds and juice. Dice the tomatoes in small (3/8-inch) pieces and transfer them to a bowl.

3. Stir the cherry tomatoes, basil, parsley, salt, pepper, vinegar and 3 tablespoons of the olive oil into the bowl of diced tomatoes. Taste and adjust the seasoning. Leave them to marinate while you toast the bread.

4. Adjust an oven rack 4 inches from the broiler element and turn on the broiler. Set the bread on a baking sheet and broil for 20 to 40 seconds on each side, or until toasty. Watch carefully. The bread should be crisp and golden on the outside and still a little chewy on the inside. If you happen to be grilling, toast the slices on the grill.

5. Give each warm toast a couple of swipes with the garlic clove and drizzle with more olive oil. Spoon the tomatoes and their juices over the bread. Be prepared to swoon.

Update, this recipe appeared in now defunct Magazine of Yoga in summer 2011.

8.05.2011

Big summer potluck: an eight-second hug



College Boy Luke says this is a totally boring post, like talking about a party you didn't go to. (At least he reads my blog!) I promise to post something of general interest over the weekend; still, inquiring blogger minds might want to know. So here it is.


When I learned about the Big Summer Potluck back in March, I thought, hmmm, maybe I should check this out. But the registration had filled in a couple of hours. Phew! That was a close one. Spending the weekend with sixty complete strangers is not my idea of a good time. My insides vibrate like a tuning fork in a situation like that. Luckily, you can’t hear what my gut is saying, because my mouth, often with a foot inside, starts moving at light speed to cover my discomfort. Anyway, it was not to be.

But wait! About a week before the potluck I received an e-mail saying there were a few cancellations. I had to act fast, no agonizing. My curiosity and desire to meet the Three Many Cooks (Pam Anderson, esteemed cookbook author and mother of two lovely daughters, Sharon and Maggy) trumped my anxiety. What did I have to lose?



The whole idea of a potluck is that you never know what you are going to get. Having no expectations is a good starting point. I had an escape plan if I needed it, so I vowed to stay open to whatever might transpire.

I shouldn’t have worried.

My entry into the potluck looked something like this: Maggy, one of the three many cooks, greeted me like a long lost friend with a big hello (thanks for that Maggy). Jackie sang and stirred at the stove while frying bacon-wrapped plantains next to a small tub of pale green salsa (what’s not to like?) Colleen offered me a cocktail in a mason jar (things were looking promising.) Erika remembered me from our registration exchange (you impressed me Erika, and made me feel welcome.) I met Pam and chatted with her husband who was on sink duty. As I was setting aside a plate for a latecomer, along came Penny de los Santos with a friend who introduced herself modestly as Sara (without an h, like me!) Check out Sara’s new book here. Jeanne, I can't believe you ever heard of the Tao of Cooking! And that was only the first hour or so of my encounter with this wonderful group of people.




For those who missed it, here are some of the highlights:

Shauna Ahern (Gluten Free Girl and The Chef) talked about writing and coming to the page from a place of ‘I don’t know’.  (Uh-oh, Shauna used to be an English teacher, and I’m not sure about the punctuation there, but I digress.) Not knowing is a pretty uncomfortable place. I am always trying to make peace with it because I inhabit it so much of the time. That single remark of Shauna’s was very liberating. Looking at ‘I don’t know’ as a place of power is certainly a positive spin on a condition that makes most of us want to run. Fast. Thank you Shauna.

Shauna Ahern


Penny de los Santos spoke about photography as a metaphor for life. In some ways, her philosophy—for lack of a better word—mirrors Shauna’s. Being open (not knowing, losing the self-editor) helps you to see. To tell a story, to bring something unexpected and surprising to the viewer in a photo, you must be very quiet inside (my words) and essentially, be open and honest. Wait for the moment; be in the moment. I don’t know about you, but I want to live like that, too.

And then you need to know your tools: light, composition, color, and chronicling a moment are the basics, and they can take years to understand and master. Seven years was the number that Penny threw out for learning about light. (Man of the House says,  ‘so, how old will you be in seven years if you don’t study light in photography?’) Some things cannot be hurried. In our wiki-wiki world we need to remember that.

A few other salient photo tips from Penny:
- get your settings right and then just shoot; move around
-what are you trying to say? how do you want to tell a story?
-shoot full frame (i.e., without  the idea of cropping later)
-there’s no such thing as bad light
-it’s not the camera, it’s the photographer
-ask yourself, what are the nuances?
-do some visual yoga practices: write down a word, like blurry, or moment, or light, and walk around with it for a while, then photograph those words
-get out of your patterns and try to just see
-these are just a few points; you can take a virtual three-day workshop with Penny on CreativeLive.  Prepare to be wowed.

What really struck me about Penny—heart as wide as the sky—is what an extraordinary storyteller she is. She wanted to show us slides to illustrate what she was talking about, but the space was not set up for it. I think I could speak for everyone there to say we were riveted by her words. Makes you think.

Penny de los Santos


Pam Anderson and Justin Schwartz talked about publishing and it was very enlightening. (p.s. I loved meeting Justin and I think he was able to remember me since I have the same name as his mom!) Back in the day, all you needed was to write good recipes, but now there’s so much more to it—I’m not sure the word ‘platform’ was bandied about, but you know what I mean.  Niche market is the word of the day. And don’t even consider throwing your book proposal over the transom. In the modern world of publishing, with so few houses and so few mid-lists, you need an agent. Period.  Justin offered the group a recipe writing cheat sheet (you still need to know how to do that) and you can find it here



I am so grateful that the words monetize (as Shauna pointed out, that is not a word, people!) and SEO were personae non gratae at the party.

The tenor of any group comes from the top down and the Andersons made the potluck a veritable love fest. Thank you all four Andersons. You are beautiful people and a lovely family. And thank you to the other beautiful people who made this event so spectacular: Erika,  Karen, and Kirsty—I hope I haven’t left anyone out—there were so many helping hands. Even the weather gods conspired to make the potluck beautiful by giving us a glorious summer day.



I must mention the sponsors who made the weekend possible: Kerrygold (whisky cheddar, wow!),  Pop Chips, Green Mountain Coffee, Green Valley Organics (Kathi came all the way from L.A., too) and Kitchen Aid.

A side note: In the space of about ten days I won two drawings (thanks for my little mixer, Kitchen Aid!) and wedged my way into the Potluck at the last minute. I also left my glasses on the bus and the bus driver returned them within a day (what a guy! Who does that anymore?) Man of the House says I should be buying lottery tickets this week.



The Big Summer Potluck was so much more than what I just described. It was all about the people. It was like getting a really good collective eight-second hug. As Pam said, I think it was Pam, eight seconds is the time it takes for serotonin levels to change. I wish I had been able to get around to meeting every single person, because each one had so much to offer. Here are a few pictures and I think, for now, I should be quiet.

























Read more about the potluck here: (will add more links later as they post)