Melick’s Town Farm and Sour Cherry Pie

Not too long ago I spent my first summer weekend in New Jersey, gardening at my country home, aka Mom and Dad's.  Before heading outside to tackle the weeds and pots of flowers waiting to be planted, I took the morning to visit my favorite farm stands and markets.

One of my stops was Melick’s Town Farm in Oldwick, NJ where I found my dad’s all-time favorite pie fruit, sour cherries.  Melick’s makes and sells amazing fruit pies but, me being me, I would rather bake one than buy one.  Thinking a treat would be in order after a weekend spent outside in the Jersey heat and humidity, I picked up two quarts of fresh cherries, hoped it would be enough for a pie, and headed home.

 

Or at least I thought I was headed home.  On the way down Lamington Road I spotted a sign for a new farm market in Pottersville, a tiny bucolic town that lies alongside the Lamington River.  Again, me being me, I had to buzz by and check it out.  The weeds could wait!

This is the inaugural summer for the Pottersville market, held outside the pretty Reformed Church on Black River Road.  There will be three more markets held from 9:00 AM – 1:00 PM on the last Saturday of July, August, and September.  

I found a small and festive gathering of farmers and artisans selling, among other things, eggs, honey, cheese, cut flowers, jams and preserves, vegetables, handmade soaps, beeswax candles, gourmet coffee, and freshly baked breads.

It’s exciting to see more farmers’ markets popping up around New Jersey, the most densely populated state in the Union.  The bulk of NJ’s agricultural crops come from the southern part of the state but there are still open areas of land being farmed throughout the state, including central New Jersey where I’m from.

For those of you who think all of New Jersey looks like the area surrounding Newark airport and Giants Stadium (and I know you're there!), you should venture off the Turnpike and take a drive through the quaint country towns of Somerset and Hunterdon counties.  I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised at how charming it can be.

When I finally returned home I got a big smile from Dad when he learned a homemade sour cherry pie was in his immediate future.  Sour cherries and my dad go hand in hand; anytime they’re on a menu it’s a safe bet that's what he’ll be ordering. Once upon a time we even had a sour cherry tree growing in our backyard (along with sweet cherry, pear and apple trees).  All of our fruit trees faded after several decades of producing and are now gone.  The sweet cherry tree, seen here in the middle ground of the picture, was the last to go.

 

Sour cherries are also known as tart or pie cherries and as these various names suggest, many people find this type of cherry too acidic to eat out of hand.  They are best used in cooking and baking, which mellows their sharp flavor to sweetness.  Tart cherries are also more delicate than sweet cherries, a major reason you will rarely find them fresh in the grocery stores.  Despite their fragility, sour cherries hold their shape in the heat of the oven unlike their sweet counterparts, making them better suited for baking.

The two main sour cherry cultivars are amarelle and morello.  Morello cherries are generally found in Europe and have a dark skin and flesh.  Amarelle cherries have bright skin and pale yellow flesh and are found throughout the United States, Canada, and France.  The most common variety of amarelle cherry in the US is the Montmorency, named after a valley in France where the first trees were known to have grown.

Over 70% of the United States commercial sour cherry crops are grown in Michigan where the soil and climate along the banks of Lake Michigan are ideally suited for this type of tree.  Utah and New York also have commercial production.  Throughout the US many farms grow the trees in smaller numbers to harvest and sell the fruit locally.
 

The beautifully translucent red sour cherries I found at Melick’s were picked from trees on their farm and were perfectly ripe. Sour cherries appear in the Northeast for just a few weeks in July and then they are gone.

If you decide to plant your own tree you will soon discover, as my dad did, sour cherries are less prone to diseases than sweet cherries, but the birds LOVE to eat them.  Anyone who plants a sour cherry tree with hopes of picking the fruit will quickly become a bird-netting expert out of necessity!

My first-ever attempt at making a sour cherry pie was a team effort: I made the dough early in the day and chilled it, Dad pitted the cherries, and I put it all together and in the oven before dinner.  The pie was still warm when we ate it with vanilla ice cream later that night.   It was fantastic and I am now officially as crazy about sour cherry pie as my dad.  I just wish the season had lasted a little longer. 

Classic Sour Cherry Pie with Lattice Crust

Adapted from Bon Appétit June 2008

Chances are the only time you will run into a basket of sour cherries is directly from a farmer.  If you’re smart, you won’t think twice before buying them all up and bringing them home.  The good news is because the cherries are soft, the pits are easy to remove.  Buy as many as you can stand to pit, lay them out on a sheet pan in the freezer until frozen, bag them in a Ziploc, and you’ll be eating sour cherry pie for months to come.

Crust

2 ½ cups unbleached all purpose flour

1 tablespoon sugar

¾ teaspoon salt

1 cup (2 sticks) chilled unsalted butter, cut into ½-inch cubes

5 tablespoons (or more) ice water

Filling

1 cup plus 1 tablespoon sugar

2 tablespoons cornstarch

¼ teaspoon salt

5 cups whole pitted sour cherries or dark sweet cherries (about 2 pounds whole unpitted cherries)

1 teaspoon fresh lemon juice (if using sour cherries) or 3 tablespoons fresh lemon juice (if using dark sweet cherries)

½ teaspoon vanilla extract

2 tablespoons (1/4 stick) unsalted butter, cut into ½-inch cubes

1 tablespoon (about) milk

Vanilla ice cream

Crust

Whisk flour, sugar, and salt in large bowl to blend.  Add butter and rub in with fingertips until small pea-size clumps form.  Add 5 tablespoons ice water; mix lightly with fork until dough holds together when small pieces are pressed between fingertips, adding more water by teaspoonfuls if dough is dry.  Gather dough together; divide into 2 pieces.  Form each piece into ball, then flatten into disk and wrap in plastic.  Refrigerate at least 30 minutes.

Do ahead:  Can be made 2 days ahead.  Keep chilled.  Let dough soften slightly before rolling out.

Filling

Position rack in lower third of oven and preheat to 425 degrees F.  Whisk 1-cup sugar, cornstarch, and salt in medium bowl to blend.  Stir in cherries, lemon juice, and vanilla; set aside.

Roll out 1 dough disk on floured surface to 12-inch round.  Transfer to 9-inch glass pie dish.  Trim dough overhang to ½ inch.  Roll out second dough disk on floured surface to 12-inch round.  Using large knife or pastry wheel with fluted edge, cut ten 2/3-inch-wide strips from dough round.  Transfer filling to dough-lined dish, mounding slightly in center.  Dot with butter.  Arrange dough strips atop filling, forming lattice; trim dough strip overhangs to ½ inch.  Fold bottom crust up over ends of strips and crimp edges to seal.  Brush lattice crust (not edges) with milk.  Sprinkle lattice with remaining 1-tablespoon sugar.

 

Place pie on rimmed baking sheet and bake 15 minutes.  Reduce oven temperature to 375 degrees F.  Bake pie until filling is bubbling and crust is golden brown, covering edges with foil collar if browning too quickly, about 1 hour longer.  Transfer pie to rack and cool completely.  Cut into wedges and serve with vanilla ice cream.

Serves 8

Eberhard Muller - Satur Farms

I recently returned to my cooking school alma mater, The Institute of Culinary Education (ICE).  When I attended it was called Peter Kump’s Cooking School and was located on East 92nd Street in a bare bones walk-up.  I can recall opening the street level door and staring at an almost vertical three-story staircase up to the kitchens.  The kitchens consisted of two rooms with a couple of huge Viking stoves, a few refrigerators, no air conditioning (it was summertime when I went), and a black tar roof where we could grill food and roast ourselves all at the same time. Back then I couldn’t cook to save my life; all I could make with any success were Christmas cookies. I had also looked at attending the French Culinary Institute and decided PK was much less intimidating, which I liked given how green I was in the kitchen.

Peter Kump had just passed away when I began my stint at the school and the students were told we could attended his memorial service if we helped pass champagne at the end of the service.  I was happy to do so and it’s there I meet several legendary chefs including Jacques Pepin (somewhere out there is a picture of me and my friend Laura giving him a peck on either cheek) and Julia Child, who was sharp as a tack and very gracious.  We cooked our graduation dinner at James Beard’s former townhouse.  I have wonderfully fond memories of this quirky little place and the people I met there.

Now the school is much fancier and in a new location on 23rd Street.  This is where I went to hear former Le Bernardin and Lutece chef, Eberhard Muller, talk about his current passion and business venture, Satur Farms.  I’ve known about Satur Farms for years; when a chef of Muller’s status quits his day job to do something else, it makes news.  I have seen their delivery trucks around Manhattan and their salad greens at my Whole Foods and was curious to learn more about the farm's operation.

We started with the story of how Eberhard came to own a farm in the first place.  He is German and grew up with the European model of agriculture; food grown seasonally on small, local farms and purchased the same day as harvested.  When he arrived in NYC in 1982 after cooking for several years at a Michelin three-star restaurant in Paris, Eberhard was confronted with the American model of agriculture:  produce grown on large Midwest and California farms and trucked to the Northeast anywhere from 8 – 14 days after being picked.  As he put it “the quality of food was not there”.

In 1997, Eberhard and his wife and business partner, Paulette Satur, purchased 18 acres of farmland on Long Island’s North Fork.  Initially they grew vegetables for Lutece but word quickly got out among his fellow chefs and soon they were asking for produce for their restaurants, too.  One thing lead to another, he threw in his toque, and today they own 180 acres and Eberhard considers himself a farmer.

And what a farmer!  Satur Farms is the largest vegetable farm in the Northeast, growing over 50 different crops (which include specialty salad greens, leafy vegetables, heirloom tomatoes, root vegetables, and herbs), selling to 250 accounts (from Daniel and Per Se to large scale retailers Whole Foods and Fresh Direct) and employing 60 + people.

  

It didn’t take me long to realize how dedicated and tireless Eberhard is about bringing the most flavorful, top-quality vegetables to his customers. Take for instance the agreement Satur Farms has with Whole Foods in the Tri-State area.  WF calls in their order by 4:30 PM the day before they would like delivery.  The farm harvests their greens the day of the call.  The greens are delivered to the WF distribution center in Connecticut at 4 AM the next day.  The greens do not enter the facility but go directly onto distribution trucks and must be delivered to the stores by that afternoon.  I’m certainly not an expert on these things, but I find it hard to believe any other produce brand sold in any of my local grocery stores can come close to offering this kind of freshness.

Satur Farm is not certified organic but they grow by organic standards as much as they can, using as little synthetic materials as possible.  They practice crop rotation and use cover crops, planting 140 - 150 acres and leaving the rest to fallow.  This is an expensive way to farm but does wonders for the farmland, returning nutrients to the soil that in turn produce healthier, more nutritious crops.  Satur Farms’ commitment to sustainable farming is as meaningful as any organic certification they might receive from the USDA.

In the little downtime they have, Eberhard and Paulette search for interesting seed varieties while traveling.  During the talk we were served a sampling of raw vegetables harvested that morning from the farm.  The arugula was grown from seeds from Italy, the Bibb lettuce seeds came from Holland, and the turnip seeds from Japan.  Their flavors were intense.   As Eberhard pointed out and I can attest is true, the taste of a Tokyo turnip is sweet when eaten immediately after being picked.  Two days later, the taste will become pungent and spicy.

 

Eating locally really does make a difference, first and foremost in taste.  In the debate over which is better, local or organic, I tend to side with local, the above being an important reason (with supporting the community and preserving the land also up there at the top of the list).  I have found many, if not most, of the farmers that frequent farmers markets are organic in everything but name. And given it’s a known fact produce begins to loose its flavor the moment it is picked, how tasty can that organic salad mix from California really be?

 

Satur Farms uses a blend of European and American farming practices out of necessity; Eberhard seemed acutely aware that his days of having a small, personal garden are long gone.  His farm is a business and he is responsible for the livelihoods of 65 – 70 people so concessions are made to the demands of the American market such as selling arugula year round even though, if left up to nature, it would grow only in the late spring and summer in the Northeast.

Another nod to American tastes is mesclun, which originated in the south of France.  Mesclun is a mix of young, tender salad greens that are traditionally found early in the growing season when the leaves are little.  As the season progresses and the leaves get bigger, it is no longer available and people buy larger, more mature lettuces.  In the United States, we want little lettuce all year round so Satur Farm sells it, even though it shouldn’t be available (and yes, I admit it; I’m one of those who love my little greens in July....and January).

 

For two months during winter the growing portion of the farm is moved to 150 acres in Florida, a location chosen over Arizona or California because the produce can be trucked to the farm on Long Island and washed and packaged for sale in just 36 hours. When asked about his packaging Eberhard told us when Walmart decided to go organic (a very good thing), they bought up ALL the available corn-based plastic containers on the market.  All of them!  Satur Farms prefers boxes to bags because the greens last longer and do not bruise, so at the moment their boxes are made of petroleum-based plastic.  The good news is more supplies of eco-friendly boxes appear to be on the horizon at which time the farm will make the switch.

One of the more intangible aspects of Satur Farms’ success comes from Eberhard’s years as a chef at high-end restaurants.  Even though he now considers himself a farmer, he still thinks like a chef.  He knows from experience how important it is for chefs to be aware of what is available in the market so they can plan their menus with confidence.  If a chef has ordered tomatoes from the farm and the farm runs out because of a heavy rain or unusually high temperatures or a million other possible reasons, someone will call the restaurant in advance and let them know rather than have the delivery truck show up and the driver say, “Oh, sorry, we ran out”. Keeping surprises to a minimum in the raucous world of restaurants is an invaluable service.   

This subtle but important commitment is just one of many interesting attributes I discovered about Satur Farms this night.  If you can’t tell by now, I was so impressed with the chef/farmer and his wife (whom we didn’t meet but whom he talked about throughout the evening.  Paulette oversees the accounts, makes the sales calls, and handles the administrative end of the business).  It's terrific so many of us are getting turned on to locavorism but it takes doers like the people at Satur Farms to make real change happen. Thank goodness for them!

 

This past winter when the farmers at the Greenmarket ran out of - yes - mesclun - I went to the grocery store looking for an alternative.  That’s when I discovered they carried Satur Farms.  When I saw it was grown in Florida I thought “Really?  Why so far away?”  Now I know why and I will buy their mesclun in a heartbeat, no questions asked.

 

Eberhard’s Citrus Vinaigrette

From Eberhard Muller via Martha Stewart’s website

Throughout the night, whenever Eberhard spoke about eating his greens he invariably would say, “All they need is olive oil, a little sea salt, and an acid.  That’s it.”  He mentioned that sometimes he adds a little water to his dressings because he finds most dressings too thick.  They are there "to enhance, not mask” the flavor of the greens.

   

This is one of his simple vinaigrettes, light and refreshing.  Try it with the freshest local greens you can find.  Satur Farms, if you’re lucky.

Juice from 1 grapefruit

Juice from 1 lime

Juice from 1 lemon

1 tablespoon sugar, or to taste

½ cup extra-virgin olive oil

Course salt and freshly ground pepper

In a small bowl, combine grapefruit, lime, and lemon juices.  Sprinkle in sugar, and whisk until it dissolves.  Gradually add olive oil, whisking vigorously to create an emulsion.  Season with salt and pepper to taste.

Julia Child's Rhubarb Shortbread

In my opinion rhubarb is totally underrated.  The more I’ve cooked with it over the years, the more eagerly I’ve come to anticipate its appearance at the market alongside more mainstream spring favorites like asparagus, strawberries, and peas.  It seems I may be one of the few feeling this way, though, because there is never a crowd around the bin of rhubarb like I see at the peas and asparagus or a line at the checkout like those at the strawberry stand.  I’m usually alone with the rhubarb, a solitary figure sorting through the gangly stalks.

I realize it doesn’t help matters that rhubarb looks like red celery and who in the history of mankind has ever gotten worked up over a stick of celery?   I also realize most Americans are wired for sweets and rhubarb has the tart/sour thing going on.  But does it really deserve the reaction I often get when I mention that’s what’s for dessert?  I’ve had more than one person wrinkle their nose and exclaim “Rhubarb?!” as if I’d made something out of fish oil…

To be fair, I didn’t always love rhubarb, either.  Growing up in New Jersey we had one rhubarb plant growing alongside our many rows of peonies.  I can’t recall any of it being picked and brought into our kitchen, ever.  In fact, the plant remained untouched every year until it got so big my Dad would cut it back to the ground and toss the stalks and leaves onto the mulch pile.

 

I’m not sure why the plant was even there in the first place.  It must have been something one of us kids dragged home from school and my parents, not knowing what to do with it, stuck it in a flowerbed in an inconspicuous spot.  Any curiosity I might have had about cooking it quickly disappeared after being warned that rhubarb leaves are toxic and should not be eaten (Not that I made a habit of ambling out to the garden and munching on random leaves, but still.  It sounded like scary stuff.)

No, my love of rhubarb started as an adult when I began shopping the farmers markets in the city and to be honest, it was the color that drew me in, not its culinary reputation.  After a winter of looking at a sea of white, green and brown food at the market, I found the brilliant crimson of rhubarb a visual shock to the system, a welcome breath of fresh spring air.

 

One year I decided it was time to stop looking and start buying.  No matter I didn’t know what to do with the stuff; I’d figure it out.  I went home and searched through my cookbooks before settling on what turned out to be a wonderful recipe from Carolyne Roehm for rhubarb bread that I’ve been making ever since. 

So what do I find so amazing about rhubarb?  For starters, I love how the jewel–like red of raw rhubarb fades to pale rose when cooked.  Then there is the flavor: the tartness inherent in uncooked rhubarb softens but doesn’t dissipate when something sweet like sugar and/or strawberries (a common pairing) are added.  The result is a pleasant, tangy flavor that gives a little zip to counterbalance the often buttery or creamy characteristics of whatever it is partnered with, such as ice cream, ricotta, or crumble.

Botanically speaking, rhubarb is a vegetable but is typically treated in cooking and baking like a fruit.  It is a cool-season perennial and needs a few months of frost to trigger spring growth.  For this reason rhubarb is primarily a crop of the northern United States and Canada.  It shows up in New York markets around the middle of May and stays briefly until the beginning of July.  The good news is it freezes well so you can stock up before it disappears.  Look for firm, red stalks that are thin; the fatter the stalk, the greater chance of it being fibrous, in which case you may want to peel it as you would celery.

What I neglected to mention before is the people who wrinkled their noses at the prospect of eating my rhubarb desserts all came back for seconds.  Which leads me to believe rhubarb’s lack of popularity has nothing to do with taste and everything to do with perception.  Maybe it’s because it seems old-fashioned?  Has an odd name?  Its homely looks?  Or maybe it’s because, unlike its rival for springtime affection, the strawberry, it can’t be eaten raw and requires a bit of work (i.e. cooking) to make it palatable?  For those of you willing to get over the superficial and spend a little time (not a lot) in the kitchen, give it a try.  I bet you fall in love with it, just as I have. And that’s okay with me; I’ll be happy to wait in line with you to buy it.

 

Hungarian Shortbread

From Baking with Julia by Julia Child and Dorie Greenspan

Julia Child calls this Hungarian shortbread and although it’s not like any shortbread I’ve had before, who am I to argue with Julia?   From what I understand what makes this Hungarian shortbread and not, say, Scottish shortbread, is the jam sandwiched between the two layers of dough.

 

Speaking of dough, that’s the crazy thing about this recipe.  The dough is frozen then grated into the pan.  You heard me right – frozen and grated.  Prepare for a serious upper body workout!  It’s worth the effort; the dough turns out crumbly and light.

You can use store bought jam instead of your own but I’m telling you, this jam is super, super easy to make.  The rhubarb cooks down in no time at all and will be off the stove in 10 minutes.

For the jam

1 pound rhubarb, trimmed and cut into 1-inch pieces

½ cup granulated sugar

½ cup water

1 vanilla bean

For the shortbread

4 cups all-purpose flour

2 teaspoons baking powder

¼ teaspoon salt

1 pound (4 sticks) unsalted butter at room temperature

4 large egg yolks

2 cups granulated sugar

Confectioners’ sugar for dusting

Make the jam:  Combine rhubarb, sugar, and ½ cup water in a medium saucepan.  Split vanilla bean, scrape the seeds into the pan, and toss in the pod.  Bring to a simmer over low heat, cook, stirring often, until the rhubarb softens and forms a soft mass, about 10 minutes.  

Remove and discard vanilla bean.  Transfer to a shallow bowl and let cool.  Can be made ahead and refrigerated in an airtight container for up to one week.  If refrigerated, return to room temperature before using.

 

Make the shortbread:  In a medium bowl, whisk together flour, baking powder, and salt.  In a bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, beat butter on high speed until pale and fluffy.  Add egg yolks and sugar, and beat until sugar is dissolved and the mixture is light.  Reduce mixer speed to low, and add the dry ingredients, mixing only until the ingredients are incorporated.

Turn the dough out onto a work surface and cut into two pieces.  Shape each piece into a ball and wrap in plastic wrap.  Place in freezer until firm, about 30 minutes.  Can be made ahead and frozen for up to one month.  Thaw in refrigerator overnight.

Assemble and bake:  Preheat oven to 350 degrees with rack in center.  Remove one ball of dough from freezer and, using the large holes on a box grater, grate the dough into a 9-by-13-inch baking dish.  Pat the dough gently just to get it into the corners (you don’t want to press it down), and spread with the rhubarb jam.  

Grate the remaining dough over the jam, and press it lightly to distribute it evenly.  Bake until golden brown, about 40 minutes.  Dust with confectioners’ sugar as soon as it is removed from oven.  Cool on a wire rack.  

Cut the shortbread into bars when it is cool.  You can cut whatever size bars please you, although as a rough guide, 3-inch squares, or rectangles 1 ½-inches x 3-inches make nice servings.  Store covered at room temperature for up to 2 days.

Makes 12 – 24 bars

Amen, Tom Friedman

Amid all of the messes swirling around the world today, here's a voice of reason.  If you are as upset about the BP oil spill as you say you are, then make a change in at least one aspect of your life (hopefully more) and move toward a more sustainable way of living.  Read Tom Friedman's op-ed and get inspired.  Here are a few of my humble suggestions.....

Big picture:  Pay attention to what is happening in the next Farm Bill; it has as much to do with oil and health care as it does vegetables.  Vote for someone who supports sustainable farming practices and reducing subsidies to agribusiness.  Speaking of votes, don’t be so quick to give yours to a career politician unless he or she really deserves another term and has the political will to make the tough calls we need to move America in the right direction.  

Little picture:  Plant something. Stop eating processed foods.  Open your windows instead of using the AC. Get rid of the SUV(s).  Take the subway instead of a cab.  Better yet, walk.  Not only is it good for the planet, it's best for you!

Katherine's Last Day

The beauty of working in an office with a handful of people is you get to know everyone really well.  That is, of course, the downside, too.  For better or worse, the office I work in is like a family – often endearing, sometimes dysfunctional, rarely quiet, and usually chaotic.  We argue, we shout, we joke, we laugh.

Today there was plenty of laughing because, well, it was Friday and it’s summer!  But then it was sad because one of our favorites, Katherine, was leaving us to move on to greener pastures.  Because we are also an office obsessed with food (“it’s 11:30 – time to order LUNCH!!!”), our bon voyage party included cupcakes (delicious, gluten-free, and made by the Departing Katherine) as well as flowers.  That’s pretty typical of AP Interiors special occasions – food and flowers. 

I stopped by my home away from home, Union Square Greenmarket, and picked up bunches of daisies and chamomile.  Aside from on a box of Twinning’s tea, I don’t know that I’ve ever seen a chamomile flower before.  Today I saw masses.  Charming and fresh, I’m thinking they would be perfect in my parent’s garden.  Not only would they look lovely, I could dry the petals and make my own tea.  How happy would I be?

Katherine, we’ll miss you!!  Hope to see you on the Vineyard.

Chamomile Tea

From Grandma’s Wisdom

Drying Chamomile is so easy, just cut a bundle of these delicate flowers from your organic medicinal garden and hang upside down, set a container or newspaper under the bundle to catch the petals as they dry and fall off. Store in an airtight container and use as needed. It just doesn't get much easier then that, does it?

Brewing a cup of Chamomile Tea:  Steep 2 to 4 teaspoons of fresh or dried flowers with a cup of boiled water for three minutes. Strain and serve. If you like your tea sweetened just add a teaspoon of honey. It's so easy, relaxing and very medicinal.

Memorial Day Weekend on the Vineyard – Mermaid Farm Hamburgers and Hot Dogs

I must have done something right in a previous life because I have been blessed in this one with many trips to Martha’s Vineyard.  I never take a single visit for granted including my most recent over Memorial Day weekend.  I was staying just outside of Vineyard Haven on Lake Tashmoo with my great friend, Larry, who happens to live next door to my great friends, Natalie and Curt.  Another friend (this one Larry’s) generously flew me up from the city with a few others, including a big, sweet dog named Jackson.

First things first, I always take a walk when I get on the island.  Many of the homes on the Vineyard can be found down country roads like this one.  

There is plenty to see on my walks, especially if I take the time to really look around.

I pass a few farms on my way to and from the beach, one of which I mentioned in a post this past Easter.  

Back then we saw piglets that weren’t even 24 hours old.  Those same little ones are not so little any more and getting bigger by the day!

These cows belong to Liz Thompson, another farmer on the road.  

I’m not sure what breed they are, I just know they are beauties, especially with the sunlight dappling through the trees and hitting them just so.

After my walk and some sort of food consumption, it’s off to one of the many other island farms (add in a boat ride and that’s pretty much my routine while I’m there).  Larry is my partner in crime for farm hopping; we both love to stop and chat with the farmers.

 

One of my favorites is Mermaid Farm and Dairy on Middle Road in Chilmark. The 36-acre farm, owned by husband and wife Allen Healy and Caitlin Jones, is the only dairy on MV.  Larry and I first visited them about a year ago; I had heard they sold raw milk and coming from a state (New York) where its sale is illegal, I wanted to get some.  We stopped for a minute and ended up staying an hour.

Caitlin and Allen are typical Vineyard farmers:  laid-back, smart, and as nice as can be.  They took the time to talk to us about everything from farming to dairying to local gossip about cell phone towers (We quickly found out the latter is a topic near and dear to Caitlin’s heart.  She’s quite passionate and outspoken about her desire not to have radio frequency emissions anywhere near her kids or her organic farm!)

In addition to unpasteurized, unprocessed milk from grass-fed cows, Mermaid also offers yogurt (they just got approval from the state to sell it), grass-fed beef and lamb, nitrate and MSG-free hot dogs, flowers, herbs, and all kinds of amazing, chemical-free produce.   

On Saturday we swung by to pick up the main course for dinner that night. The house on Tashmoo was filled with a bunch of newly graduated high school boys having fun as well as Larry’s sister, Randy, who did an admirable job of keeping some sense of order.  Add in Curt and Natalie (who is eating for two nowadays) and we had a hungry crowd awaiting.

Like most farms on the island, Mermaid is self-serve.  There is a small shed just as you turn into the drive where Caitlin’s gorgeous fruits and veggies can be found.  We groaned when we heard she had sold out of her strawberries by the time we got there.  But after picking up ground beef and hot dogs from the freezers in the barn, Caitlin met us at the car with a pint of just-picked strawberries.  She is the best!  And so were the strawberries….

The weather was terrific all weekend long – except the night of our locavore barbeque.  Not to be deterred by the lousy weather, Larry donned foul weather gear to man the grill, Curt supervised (sort of), Natalie supervised Curt (definitely) and a feast was soon on the table.  

The hot dogs were unbelievable and Larry’s hamburgers so full of flavor they didn’t need any dressing up. 

We drank wine from a barrel Larry made himself at City Winery in New York City.  The labels weren’t ready yet so with a bit of improvisation with a wax pencil we had one of the first tastes of 2008 Tashmoo.  

His cabernet, made with grapes from Napa’s Bettinelli Vineyards, was still young and oaky but had wonderful structure and was quite delicious.  We toasted to the prospect of experiencing this lovely wine mature over the coming years…and to Caitlin and Allen for their hard work and exceptional food.

Larry’s Pasture-Raised, Grass-Fed, MV Locavore Burgers

Recipe courtesy of Larry 

2 pounds Mermaid Farm ground beef
1 medium shallot, finely chopped
1 green bell pepper, seeded and chopped
3 tablespoons Worcestershire Sauce
1 teaspoon Tabasco Sauce
1 tablespoon olive oil
Salt and freshly ground pepper to taste

In a large bowl mix beef, shallots, green peppers, Worcestershire, and Tabasco with hands until everything is neatly blended.

Form burger patties by hand, making sure patties aren’t too thick or they won’t cook correctly.

Preheat grill to high.  On both sides, lightly brush burgers with oil and season with salt and pepper.

Once grill is heated, cook until burgers are just barely medium-rare.  The idea is to quickly sear them but not overcook.  With the low fat content of grass-fed beef this is critical, as they will very easily dry out.

Place burgers on a plate and let stand two minutes while toasting buns on grill until slightly blackened.

Serve burgers with lettuce and tomato and nothing else or you won’t taste the wonderful meat.

Before eating remember to give thanks to the beautiful animal that gave his or her life for your pleasure.

Makes 6 burgers