By now, you guys probably know my love for all things venison. Lean, healthy, extremely versatile and despite – or because of – the gamey aromas, absolutely yumtastic in combination with a large variety of fruit and nuts… what’s not to love about it~? I realize that, if you’re not living in a foresty region, any kind of wild game might be a rare and therefore expensive sight in your butcher’s display.
For some reason, November is one of the busiest months in the birthday-section of my calendar. Of course that also means November is one of the busiest months in the I-hate-my-ovenless-kitchen-department. Or, more accurately, it used to be a particularly frustrating month in that area. A couple of years back however, I decided to stop growing grey hairs over that matter and embrace the situation as the perfect opportunity to bang and clang around my kitchen on a quest to discover exiting and new workarounds for the problem that didn’t involve gelatine or cream cheese.
Once again I couldn’t keep my culinary curiosity in check~ I confess, I’ve been snooping around top-league Restaurant Menus for giggles again and, while the hot months of the year kind of left something to be desired on the menus of our local Michelin Star-sporting establishments, I was able to spot something to really pique my interest just a few weeks ago – a starter involving a salmon mousse, fancily smoked salmon from an even fancier sounding manufacturer halfway around the world that is, and an “air” made from chanterelle mushrooms and parmesan.
I love summer. I miss summer. Then again, Autumn, especially a particularly beautiful one like this year’s, has its perks~! Great seasonal ingredients calling for extended hikes/foraging trips and, once you get home from enjoying the blast of color that is the great outdoors these days, first whiffs of wintery comfort food and comfy clothes, inviting you to wrap yourself in a blanket with a good book in one and a glass of red in the other hand and, most importantly… quinces!
All right! As the days are getting shorter and the temperatures are going down, I decided this would be a good time to share this year’s summer-chocolate-box crown-grabber with you guys to bring back some rolled-up sunshine to the approaching winter months whenever you might need a lift! I have to say, I was somewhat surprised at the major ruckus these simple bites caused amongst my test-sub… ahem. Customers.
Hiya guys~! Has it already been two weeks? For some reason, it seems like someone has hit the cosmic fast-forward button recently – as usual when there’s an absolutely wonderful vacation involved. The last two weeks have been an absolutely delightful mixture of showstopping views, runner’s-high-causing hikes through seven different microclimates crammed onto one little island and seriously good food amongst a lot of other things – I would run out of superlatives describing them all.
Maybe you guys are familiar with a certain awkward situation I’ve found myself stuck in a short time ago: a situation that usually begins with a train of thought the displays at the farmers market might inspire, somewhere in the neighborhood of “Oh this looks pretty! There’s always something delicious to be made with this, can’t hurt to take one along… right?”.
One of August’s delicious perks is the overwhelming abundance of perfectly ripe stone fruit flooding the displays of any market stall, store or supermarket you can find around these parts. From ridiculously large peaches down to the smallest Mirabelle Plums and Reine-Claudes (Greengages), anything goes! Fruity heaven~
You know that kind of overdimensional lightbulb, that pops above your head without introductions, zapping a long forgotten memory back to life in your headspace? Well, I’ve recently had one of those lightbulb-moments, a particularly irritating one, that is. You see, I’ve been making these little sweets for many years now, tucking a load of them into almost every batch of my summer chocolate boxes and, as the years went by, I had forgotten all about the reason why I had experimented them up in the first place…
Ok, so it seems I’ve gone and got myself a rep. One fine market day, one of our usual farmer’s market vendors and I got around to talking about the fruity seasons changing from berries to stone fruit, which ones are about ready to be harvested in his orchards and all that jazz. Of course the conversation quickly changed to recipe-talk and he caught on to my penchant for using his fruit, along with his veggies, in a slightly unusual, savory context rather than going with the “normal”.