The g3 have been scattered to the winds again, in far-flung places like Maryland and Vegas and the San Juan Islands. I’ve been immersed in my other, intermittent, life, on Orcas Island (more on that in the next few days). I’m enough of a food nerd that I was actually sad when I realized that I would miss the first box from our Tantre Farm share. “Damn, I have to drive up the west coast from San Francisco to Seattle instead of getting my farm share!” And imagine our panic when we realized that both Shana and I (we split a share) were going to be gone The Same Week! Luckily we found some selfless volunteers to consume our greens and asparagus. It’s good to have friends in times of need. It was sad to miss the rite of summer of the first pick-up, though.
It’s been almost six long months since the arrival of the farm share box, so it was a real pleasure to take delivery yesterday, just a couple of hours after getting off the plane, to lay out the goods and start contemplating their uses. My trip had some great eating in it, but as trips do, it also had its allotment of bad coffee and worse scones, a fast food meal here and there and more flesh than greens. Last night, weary and travel-stained, we washed up some spinach and mixed in a handful of surprisingly durable mustard greens that were lurking the fridge, slivered some green onion on top, tossed with a warm and mustardy bacon vinaigrette (a handful of diced bacon, crisped, add red wine vinegar to the pan and reduce by half, whisk in a generous spoonful of Dijon mustard followed by a stream of olive oil; I think it would work fine with shallots instead of bacon, but, you know, the bacon needed to be used) and laid a couple of eggs lightly fried in olive oil on top. We opened a bottle of wine, watched the Red Wings win the Stanley Cup and toasted the lushness of Ann Arbor in June, the scent of roses in the air and the summer of good cooking that lies ahead.