• Using It Up

    I ran down to the freezer to get a bag of green beans and a wave of despair and dismay washed over me. There is so much food in this house! How are we ever going to eat it?

    I feel guilty for saying this—there are so many people out there starving, and here I am fussing about my larder’s bounty.

    Don’t get me wrong. I am very thankful for all that I have. This is how it should be at this time of year, after the harvest has been brought in; the shelves groaning under the weight of the jarred produce and freezers so full you can hardly close them. So it’s not that I’m ungrateful; it’s just that I’m daunted. I’ll need to stay super-focused and employ all my creative powers in order to use up the buckets of potatoes, baskets of apples, containers of pesto and grape pie filling and Swiss chard and strawberries.

    As I worked in the kitchen this morning, mixing up a new batch of rosemary-olive oil bread, I pondered what I should make for lunch. The potatoes were weighing heavily on my mind, and I had a jar of creme fraiche in the fridge that I had made last week. Hmm, what to do with potatoes and creme fraiche? Then I recalled my Aunt Valerie saying that she sometimes grates up a couple potatoes and uses them for a quiche crust instead of the standard flour-oil crust. I consulted with Simply in Season and sure enough, they had a potato crust recipe—just some grated raw potatoes, the peels still on, and mixed with a little oil, and then pressed into the pie pan.


    I went right to work, grating the potatoes and then, for the filling, mixing up some eggs with the creme fraiche. I added cheddar cheese, some browned sausage that I had in the freezer, and then, at the last minute, I sauteed up an onion and added that, too. The end result was a simple, hearty, flavorful meal that the kids (most of them, anyway) loved. I liked the edge of the crust best of all because the grated potato pieces got all crispy-crunchy, like stick potato chips. We nearly finished the whole thing off in one sitting—there’s only one little piece left over.


    So, three potatoes down, about five bushels to go. I don’t think we can eat that much quiche, so I’m going to need some help here, dear readers. Please enlighten me: What smarty-pants ways do you employ in order to use up all those potatoes you have stashed down cellar? (Just so you know, that last line is not a typo—it’s how I talk.)


    Sausage Quiche with Potato Crust
    (The crust recipe is adapted from Simply In Season.)

    3 medium-sized potatoes
    2-3 tablespoons canola oil
    5 eggs, beaten
    2 cups cheddar cheese, grated
    1 cup creme fraiche (or a mixture of cream and milk)
    1 onion, chopped and sauteed in a bit of oil
    1 cup sausage, browned
    salt and black pepper

    For the crust:
    Wash three medium potatoes, grate them, and toss with several tablespoons of oil, a sprinkling of salt, and some black pepper. Press the potatoes into the bottom and up the sides of a large pie plate and bake at 400 degrees, on the bottom rack (to make it good and crispy), for about 15 minutes.

    For the filling:
    Mix together the eggs, creme fraiche, cheese, onion, and sausage. Add some salt and pepper. Pour the mixture over the hot potato crust and return the quiche to the oven for another 20-30 minutes, or until the center is set and the pie is golden-brown.

  • No Zip

    I’m feeling down and out, like there’s no zip or pizzazz to my life. Blah.

    This malaise is rather puzzling since I’m in good health, PMS is not a factor, and it’s sunny outside. Oh, you know what? I think I must be suffering from Election Obsession Withdrawal. I was such a bundle of nerves and anxiety beforehand and then there was that climactic thrilling night of wows, and now … well, it’s just me and my life once again. Whoop. Dee. Doo.

    It’s kind of like having a baby. You obsess for months on end about the heartbeat and maternity clothes and which midwife and what birth plan. You watch movies of women pu-pu-pu-u-u-u-shing. You make phone lists and pack your bags and arrange child care for the older sibs. And then The Moment comes and life is intense and full, unlike anything you’ve ever experienced, and you are a totally amazing woman and then… it’s over. And you have a baby. And you’re happy, very happy, of course, but your house is still dirty and the other kids still hit each other and now, to top it all off, your bottom hurts.

    Does any of this make sense? Are you following me?

    I got outside yesterday and cleaned my flower beds in hopes of kicking the blah-blues. My garden clippers had disappeared, so I had to cut back the mint and daisies and oregano with my kitchen scissors. (Of course, Mr. Handsome found the clippers as soon as he came home from work.) I hauled all the pots of dead flowers out to the barn. I raked the sticks and leaves and brown flowers into several piles and then went back inside. Still with a case of the blah-blues, and with dirty fingernails, too.

    So I cut my fingernails.

    I think I know what the solution is: I need to make some plans. You know, get a project started, hang out with some friends, plant my garlic, go for a walk, etc. I need to give myself something to look forward to. Like a movie tonight, just me and Mr. Handsome. And then, maybe, just maybe, we could create ourselves a little donut party. Yes, now that I wrote that I think that would be a very wise decision. A movie and popcorn, and then, in the near future, some donuts. That just might be enough to kick these doldrums to smithereens.

  • Unauthentic Practicality

    I finally made it through a entire day without neglecting my starter and so the following morning I celebrated by making a recipe of country white and a recipe of whole wheat. I baked the country white in loaf pans, and docked them with two diagonal slashes. The bread turned out chewy and soft and tender, but totally different from the oatmeal bread type of chewy, soft, and tender.


    I also baked the whole wheat bread in loaf plans, docked with just one long slash. The bread, just the one loaf, kind of fell in on itself and I’m not sure why. But I do know that it’s important to dock the bread, even when baking in loaf pans, because I forgot to do it once and there was a giant air bubble between the top crust and the main body of the bread which was a pain because the top crust would always burn when toasted.


    I’m finding that its tons easier to make this sourdough bread in loaf pans. I just plop the loafs of bread in the pans, cover the pans with shower caps, and line them up side-by-side in the fridge. The following morning I pull them out, replace the caps with a cloth, and let them rise on the counter for several hours. Then I dock them and slip them into the hot oven.


    Is that boring? Unauthentic?


    Probably, but it’s just us eating the bread. Who am I trying to impress, anyway?


    But still, I feel like I’m cheating.


    Maybe I need to give myself a lecture: You’re being practical, JJ. Practical.