Vegetables

By Gwen Ashley Walters | JUNE 21, 2010 | BEVERAGES

 

I grew up thinking a cantaloupe was a cantaloupe.

In West Texas, July brought a windfall of Pecos cantaloupes, surely the sweetest melons I’ve ever tasted.

Until now.

Shopping at the Scottsdale farmers market, I stopped at Seacat Gardens, and Carl Seacat asked me if I’d ever tasted a true cantaloupe.

Seacat, who farms an acre on the west side of Phoenix, says the netted melons we grew up with, and see in all the grocery stores this time of year, are really muskmelons — not true cantaloupes.

Front and center of his display, a bunch of orbs — some barely bigger than a softball — looked rather dwarfish, certainly nothing like the melons I thought of as cantaloupes.

 

Some were grayish green and others were marked with swaths of yellow streaks. The skins were smooth, unlike the webbed muskmelon-formerly-known-as-the-cantaloupe.

“These are Charentais,” he said, “a true cantaloupe — also called a French melon.”

And then he told me about the aroma, the taste, and before you know it, I’m handing over my wallet.

 

Seacat says Charentais (pronounced sha-rhan-tay, or in my best West Texas accent: Sharon-taze) emit heady floral fragrances and show pronounced yellowing when ripe. He told me to leave green ones on the counter a few days.

Back home, I sliced open the ripest one and immediately caught a whiff of honeysuckle — or was it jasmine or some blurred zephyr of the two?

The French wrap prosciutto around slices of Charentais. Seems rather Italian, doesn’t it?

My first inclination was to stand over the cutting board, which I did, biting into juicy slice after slice, sweet nectar dripping down my chin.

In my brain, the taste registered as cantaloupe, yet there was something marginally different about this melon.

The taste of honey filled my mouth. I swallowed and what lingered was sweet and floral.

At $3.75 a pound, perhaps it’s best to enjoy this melon alone, unadorned.

But I couldn’t help think of all the things I wanted to make with it.

Charentais salsa, with bits of red onion, jalapeno, mint and a spritz of lime.

Or a chilled Charentais soup, like the cantaloupe soup I submitted to Food 52.

Seacat told me that local pastry chef Tracy Dempsey was busy whipping up a Charantais sorbet as we spoke.

In the end, I decided to make a frothy Charentais frappé.

Still, I’m not sure anything beats eating Charentais straight from the cutting board.

 

 

Charentais Frappé

(printable recipe)

Look for Charentais melons at farmers markets. In the Phoenix area, Seacat Garden’s will have Charentais at the Scottsdale Stadium Farmers Market through the end of the summer. You can substitute 2-1/4 cups of cubed cantaloupe or honeydew for the Charentais. And by “cantaloupe” I mean muskmelon — which I swear I thought was a cantaloupe until I met the Charentais.

Serves 2

Ingredients
1 (1-1/4 pound) Charentais melon
1 cup lowfat vanilla yogurt
1 teaspoon lemon juice
1/8 teaspoon ground cardamom*

Method
1. Peel and seed melon. Chop into large chunks. Place in the freezer for 10-15 minutes (don’t freeze completely).

2. Place the yogurt in a blender. Place the chilled melon chunks on top of the yogurt. Add lemon juice and cardamom.

3. Blend until frothy. Chill until ready to serve.

*Cardamom adds an exotic note, but you can use cinnamon, or a dash of nutmeg instead.

By Gwen Ashley Walters | SEPTEMBER 07, 2009 | RECIPES

Cuke-Salad1

Bumping into a friendly foodie at my local farmers market, I notice her hands full of little yellow orbs. I thought they were mini-squashes but she says, no, they’re lemon cucumbers — and she loves to eat them out of hand, sprinkled with a little salt.

I didn’t pick one up then, but a few weeks later, I’m cruising through the Park City farmers market and spot the sunny little cukes again.

“Oh you don’t want those,” a helpful? woman says. “They’re bitter.” So natch, I buy one.

Let’s review: my trusted foodie friend says they’re delicious and I pass them up, yet a complete (nosy) stranger says phooey, and I buy. Go figure.

Ingredients

Nosy woman did say that I should buy the pale, delicate tasting Armenian cucumber, which later I discovered is also called a snake melon, because botanically it is a melon (C. flexuosus) yet it tastes like a cucumber. Perhaps I should call this salad Two Cukes & a Melon?

Armed with three different farmers market cucumbers (or two plus a melon that tastes like a cucumber) and in need of a salad to bring to a friend’s house for dinner, I naturally concluded a cucumber salad was in order.

Lemon-Cucumber

After cutting open the lemon cucumber, I was surprised to find mostly seeds and just a thin strip of flesh. Hard, crunchy flesh. Slightly bitter (sorry, nosy woman) with a hint of lemon.

I wanted to remove the seeds from the English and the Armenian cucumber anyway, so I scooped out the seeds from the lemon cucumber, too.

Armenian Cuke

I like the look of cucumbers slivers over circles or half moons. Notice I’m cutting on the bias (angled cut) to make longer slivers, just like I did with the green beans here.

OnionPop in a little red onion for color and maybe even a red chile pepper for heat. Toss with rice wine vinegar, a little sugar, salt and pepper.

Oh, and torn basil. I like lots of basil in this salad, but I’ve only put a modest amount in the ingredient list. Add more if you’re basil-crazy like me.

Cuke-Salad2

Farmers Market Three Cucumber Salad

This refreshing salad isn’t very sweet, unlike most cucumber salads, so if you prefer more sweetness, by all means, add an additional tablespoon, or two, of sugar. I prefer to taste the cucumber and basil, and too much sugar interferes with the clean taste of cucumbers. Removing the seeds helps cut any bitterness the cukes may have, plus it makes for a more attractive salad.

Serves 4

Ingredients
1/2 of an English cucumber
1/2 of an Armenian cucumber
1 lemon cucumber
1/4 of a small red onion
1/2 small red chile pepper (like a red jalapeno)
1/4 cup rice wine vinegar
2 tablespoons sugar
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
4 medium fresh basil leaves

Method
1. Cut all three cucumbers in half, lengthwise. Scoop out the seeds. Cut, at an angle, into 1/4-inch strips. Place in a large bowl or in a Ziplock bag.

2. Slice the red onion and red chile pepper into 1/8-inch slices and place in the blow with the cucumbers.

3. Whisk together the vinegar, sugar, salt and pepper and pour over the cucumbers. Toss a few times and place in the refrigerator for at least an hour, tossing occasionally. (It’s actually easier to marinate them in a Ziplock, because you just grab the bag and turn it once in a while.)

4. Drain the cucumbers when you are ready to serve, and place them in a serving bowl. Tear the basil into small pieces and scatter on top. Toss once more. Taste and add more salt or pepper if desired.

By Gwen Ashley Walters | JULY 20, 2009 | TRAVEL EATS

Bursting at the seams with booth after booth of fresh berries, summer vegetables and forest mushrooms, the Portland Farmers Market is an embarrassment of riches straight from local farms.

The market is utopia to locals (and visitors) clamoring for farm-fresh, organic, sustainable produce, meats, cheeses, and of course, North Carolina biscuits.

Wait a minute. Huh? North Carolina biscuits? In Portland?

Yeah, and guess which line is longest at the 130+ stall Saturday market? The organic, hot oatmeal booth?

Hardly. It’s the Pine State Biscuits booth, tucked away in the center of the farmers market.

It’s become something of a market phenomenon ever since three North Carolina college friends first set up at the market in 2006. The success of the biscuits at the farmers market prompted the guys to open a restaurant storefront a couple years later.

Sign

Wandering around the periphery of the market, lost in the sheer bounty of gooseberries, tri-colored carrots and fresh porcini and morel mushrooms — not to mention tiny-but-real Oregon truffles for $10 an ounce — I feel my husband tugging on my shirt sleeve and he won’t stop.

He pleads with me to follow him– all the way to the back of a snaking line of market goers chomping at the bit to get their hands on (and sink their teeth into) a hot, buttermilk biscuit.

Biscuit

North Carolina fancies itself a bastion of southern-style biscuits. I know this because I lived there for six years (it is also the birthplace of Krispy Kreme doughnuts).

Truth be told, a good buttermilk biscuit isn’t as easy to pull off as it sounds. It takes a deft hand (and soft flour) to make a really tender biscuit.

I spotted the “Reggie” on the menu and asked Wes, the biscuit artist assembling the sandwiches, “Who’s Reggie?”

Wes

Wes, an engaging character and clearly loving the adoring crowd, tells me Reggie is a fictitious name. Oh.

Even if the name is made up, there is nothing remotely fictional about the sandwich ($7, or $8 topped with an egg).

It is, without a doubt, the most “real” biscuit sandwich ever to pass my lips and from there, land directly on my hips.

Let’s see, a biscuit topped with fried chicken, bacon, cheese and then covered in gravy? Outrageous — in a gotta-have-it way, though.

Chicken

Pine State Biscuits may not make the gravy on-site — but get this — they DO bake the biscuits right there (and fry the chicken, the bacon and the eggs, too.)

Eggs

The line of folks waiting for their shot at a North Carolina heart-attack-on-a-plate is only mind-boggling given the location – a farmers market, filled with fresh produce.

I feel for the booth selling wholesome, organic oatmeal. I’m sure the oats are delicious, but they had no customers. Everyone was in line for a biscuit.

The-Reggie

But seriously, how could you not fall for this knife-and-fork beast?

Juicy, double-crusted fried chicken, a lone strip of chewy bacon, just melted cheddar cheese, sage and pepper-spiked gravy as thick as molasses and of course, that tender, butter-laden, fresh-from-the-oven biscuit.

Finale

It just goes to show you. You can lead a normally sane person to healthy food, but you can’t make her eat it.

At least not when a Pine State biscuit is an option.


Pine State Biscuits
3640 SE Belmont Street
Portland, OR
(503) 236-3346
pinestatebiscuits.com

By Gwen Ashley Walters | MARCH 02, 2009 | NEWS & NIBBLES

protestDowntown Phoenix was a happening place this past Saturday. I mentioned in a previous post that we were headed to the Downtown Phoenix Public Market for a big announcement. Pamela Hamilton, publisher of Edible Phoenix presented Cindy Gentry, dubbed “Market Mom” by supporters and fans, with the Local Hero non-profit award, saying that the market would be retired to the Local Hero Hall of Fame, after snagging the award for three years in a row. But that wasn’t the BIG announcement.

The BIG announcement was a BIG fat check from the Phoenix Industrial Development Authority — $250,000 to be exact. The money will be used to open the indoor market. The downtown market, celebrating it’s fourth anniversary, has been raising money to convert the historic brick building next to the market’s parking lot into a year round store, cafe and gathering spot that will operate five days a week, while still holding the outdoor market on Wednesday evenings and Saturday mornings.

The farmers market wasn’t the only place to be last Saturday. Just up the road, at the Margaret T. Hance Park behind the library, the fourth annual WorldFEST was happening, an outdoor festival celebrating Phoenix sister cities. Tents featuring the sister cities, including Ennis, Ireland, Taipei, Taiwan and Hermosillo, Mexico, among others, entertained spectators with educational activities for the children and literature about these cities.We scarfed on outrageously delicious barbecue from Big Belly’s BBQ, a local caterer. Best dish? The BBQ sundae: a cup of shredded, smoked pork, spicy pinto beans and topped with creamy coleslaw and a drizzle of sweet, tangy BBQ.

Hopping on the light rail down to Washington Street, we found the Firefighter’s Chili Cook-Off. How I managed to down a few chili cups after a bowl full of BBQ, I’ll never know. As we exited the Chili Cook-Off, we came face to face with a protest march. The “March to Stop the Hate,” rally, sponsored by the National Day Laborers was in progress, with thousands of marchers — young, old, White, Hispanic, Black, and every color in between — were Marching down Central with banners, mostly calling for the local Sheriff to go. A few Sheriff supporters — all White from what we could see — stood on the sidewalks holding we support Joe (the controversial sheriff).

At that moment, I felt really proud to be an American, where we are free to protest if we choose, free to mosey through street fairs and farmers markets. And then this morning, I read that downtown Phoenix is in the process of re-branding itself. The new brand is “Arizona’s urban heart.” You can feel the heartbeat, whether you’re supporting the local firefighters or the downtown farmers market, connecting with sister cities across the globe to celebrate our diversity, or marching in a peaceful protest. Yes, indeed, downtown Phoenix is alive.

By Gwen Ashley Walters | OCTOBER 07, 2008 | NEWS & NIBBLES

Did you know that you can pair wine with chocolate? Sure, certain full bodied red wines and dark chocolate are great palate partners, but there are other combos that are just as harmonious. If you’re in the Phoenix area on Sunday, October 19, you can learn how to pair different wines with complementary chocolates, and support a great cause at the same time.

The Phoenix Chapter of Les Dames d’Escoffier, (I’m a member) is holding a fundraiser to benefit the Phoenix Downtown Public Market. Wine, Women & Chocolate promises to be a fun but educational event and includes a comparative chocolate tasting lead by Donna Nordin, a renowned chocolate expert from Tucson and a wine and chocolate pairing featuring Chatham’s Fine Chocolate truffles. But that’s not all.

The event is also a launch party for the Les Dames d’Escoffier’s brand new, national cookbook, Cooking with Les Dames d’Escoffier, which features recipes from some of the most famous women culinary leaders like Julia Child, Alice Waters, and Florence Fabricant. Two local women also have recipes in the book, including culinary maven Barbara Pool Fenzl, who will be autographing the the book at the event.

Tickets are $75 and include a copy of the cookbook (a $35 value). The event is Sunday, October 19 from 3 to 5:30 p.m., at Fairytale Brownies. To reserve a space, mail a check for $75 to LDEI at 15029 N. Thompson Peak Pkwy, Suite B-111 #466, Scottsdale, AZ 85260, or call Janis Normoyle at (602) 740-8767.

By Gwen Ashley Walters | SEPTEMBER 23, 2008 | ABOUT INGREDIENTS

There they sit on the window sill, wondering what’s to become of them. The middle one is leaning toward the left, as if straining to hear the other one.

They are French Butter pears, and I found them at Whole Foods Market. The sticker says they’re from California. Since I’m in Utah at the moment, they didn’t have to travel too far, although much further than the peaches I bought yesterday at the farmers market that traveled only 60 miles.

A little research tells me that this pear is also known as Beurre Hardy and is a relative of the Anjou (which isn’t my favorite — that would be Comice). This heritage variety was used almost exclusively for canning up until several years ago, since it doesn’t travel well when even the slightest bit ripe. But farmers markets and specialty grocery stores are stocking the French Butter pear when it’s grown nearby.

I’m waiting for them to ripen. Pears are one of a handful of fruits that ripen off the tree (bananas, peaches and plums are others), so it’s only a matter of days before the flesh around the stem begins to give a little under pressure. By then, I’ll be able to detect a delicate, pear fragrance from the bottom end. For now, the butter pears are window dressing. In a few days, they’ll be sugary sand in my mouth. Hurry.

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