Fresh organic peaches, nectarines, blueberries, along with cantaloupe, pineapple, and strawberries from our trip to California is what is being served all week for breakfast. It could almost be considered a mistake to buy fresh local organic fruit from a farmers market as we become all too aware that what we buy in the local Phoenix market cannot compare. Many a time the fruit we buy from one of the major grocery chains is literally without flavor, and while Whole Foods or Wild Oats offers better quality, local fresh in-season fruit cannot be beaten.
Farmers Market
Every visit to Santa Barbara now includes a stop at the Farmers Market, and with summer upon us, the pickings couldn’t have been better. The smell of the fresh garlic in this photo is what lured me to this veggie stand. A couple of stands down the line, fresh peaches were a big pull on my senses, too. Stone fruit was in abundance this weekend, as were strawberries. One local farmer had brought in fresh, super sweet organic blueberries; I left with nearly a pound of them. I also picked up almost five pounds of the fingerling potatoes above and three heads of that aromatic garlic, along with four or five bags of other fresh goodies.
Ketchup Time
These tomatoes are from my final visit to The Little Farm in Gilbert as this was Lauren’s last season operating a CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) farm. She will be sorely missed.
Turns out that the third time was the charm in my effort to make ketchup. The first attempt failed because I didn’t understand the importance of a food mill. The second opportunity to make fresh ketchup was ruined because my recipe was still coming together and I still didn’t have a grasp on the dynamics of working with tomatoes. This last week’s attempt was dialed in. Maybe I should have cooked it a wee bit longer for a thicker ketchup consistency, but we are quite happy with the results. Caroline will find a little slice of heaven the next week as she indulges in her love of noodles and ketchup – yuck.
Very Berry
As the Beverly Hillbillies said, California is the place I oughta be. These tasty organic berries screamed buy me when we were last in California. Farmers’ markets alone should drag us the 350 miles west to live in the Golden State, but there are also Ramen shops, ethnic shopping areas, films that only show in New York and California, beaches, boba tea, Disneyland, Magic Mountain, Knott’s Berry Farm, Universal Studios, San Francisco just up the road, Redwoods, museums galore, organic handmade cheeses, the Monterey Aquarium, Highway 1, real Chinese food, Death Valley and so much more. More, such as traffic, lots of traffic, rents requiring slavery to your dwelling, big fires, and earthquakes, but where else are you going to find imagawayaki, Little India, a Vietnamese shopping mall, body surfing, yellow raspberries in April, and Japanese gardens all in one day?
Baking
With a wide range of help from the books Classic Sourdoughs, The Village Baker, Great Whole Grain Breads, along with King Arthur Flour and their wonderful The Baker’s Store and the various blogs and websites for bakers on the internet, I have finally tackled my first bread baking in years and the results were almost perfect. I shouldn’t have scored the tops of the bread and the recipe called for baking the loaves on a greased and cornmeal-dusted cookie sheet, I used a baking stone. This was hard enough, but now I want to tackle baguettes and multi-grain bread.
Codfather
From Germany I miss the bread, from France I miss couscous, in Amsterdam I had the best nasi goreng, on the streets of Athens you find the best lamb shish kabob, America is the only place for a great burger, and when it comes to fish and chips, no-one does it justice like the English and nowhere is it as good as in England.
Until now. The Codfather in Phoenix, Arizona now has real fish and chips. Oh, I’ve had “Fish & Chips”, tried Pete’s, George and Dragon, Red Robin, Claim Jumper, and many more, not forgetting the dozens of places out of state – but nothing has ever come close. Look at this photo, it is a giant piece of haddock with a good portion of twice-cooked fries sitting below. The vinegar and salt are just out of camera view. I have tried the cod and while it is a traditional large chunk of cod, the haddock is my favorite. Mark and his wife Ruth are owners of the Codfather, their second and newest location is at the northeast corner of 16th Street and Bell Road, while the other shop is at 35th Avenue and Greenway. Cheers.