Garden Dinner

It’s chard cakes for dinner and I’m enamored by the candy-cane striped stalks.

Jessica Dofflemyer ~ all rights reserved
Jessica Dofflemyer ~ all rights reserved

Jeb recites multiplication facts – the 5’s – while I chop.

Friends join us for a simple meal (thanks to Mary’s garden, the Bohemian’s garden and inspiration from the Plenty cookbook).

Chard cakes with herb sauce and fresh tomatoes, basmati rice, and kale salad. Chunks of extra dark, Swiss chocolate for dessert.

Kale Salad

curly kale
olive oil
lemon or lime juice
sea salt
pink grapefruit (peeled and sliced)
purple onion, sliced thinly
pistachio nuts, shelled
arugula
random garden herbs

Wash kale and pull from the stalk, breaking bite size pieces into a bowl. Squeeze lemon or lime over leaves. Douse with olive oil. Work (or “massage”) lemon/lime and olive oil into the kale with your hands until it becomes soft.

Add sea salt to taste.

Toss in any chopped herbs from the garden (basil, green onions, cilantro, etc.). Add bite size pieces of arugula and toss.

Sprinkle with purple onions, add pink grapefruit pieces and top with pistachios.

Jessica Dofflemyer ~ all rights reserved
Jessica Dofflemyer ~ all rights reserved

As for Plenty’s “Chard Cakes With Sorrel Sauce”, I adapt the recipe to what’s in the larder. Toast macadamia nuts instead of pine. Add romano cheese instead of kashkaval. I have no sorrel for the sauce, so I improvise with fresh marjoram and garlic chives.

Plenty is a fantastic cookbook, but for me, best approached with a willingness to substitute. It’s filled with delicious vegetarian recipes, though they often feature ingredients (saffron, for example) that I just don’t always have handy in the cupboard.

The New York Times reprinted Plenty’s chard cake recipe and here’s the link.

Bon appetit!
Na zdraví! (Czech)
To Health!

Enjoy!

Circumference of Silence

at 2:47am
silence
gifts
reprieve

though
stillness
has its own
small
sounds
that surround
the space
create

the quiet

the orchestrated layers
of steady
cricket wings
in grass

a distant rooster
yearning
in the trees

the muffled
foam
of surf
a mile
away

the Bohemian
breathing
sleep
near
my ear

here
the slightest
soundless
breeze
lifts
the curtain

one lone car
passes
on the road

these
subtle sounds
all shaping
quiet

photo courtesy of vivekrajkanhangad
photo courtesy of vivekrajkanhangad

 

Remnants

Nearly two months after our wedding day, I finally soak our whites. Work at the bright purple stains that had dropped on the Bohemian’s shirt from the surrounding java plum trees. Gently massage the dust and grass out of the hem of my dress.

Hanging to dry, side by side in our living room, they seem to have some life left inside the fabric.

Jessica Dofflemyer ~ all rights reserved
Jessica Dofflemyer ~ all rights reserved

This pair seems happy. Shoulders rubbing, his sleeve resting at her hip. Formal wear, yes, but these threads are relaxed. Just hanging out…but they’re ready.

Ready for what occasion, I don’t know. The Bohemian’s practical, he’ll wear that shirt again. Me, I love that dress, but I’m not sure when I’ll find an instance when I could slide it on again.

Tying up more loose ends from our wedding day. His shirt goes in the closet with everyday wear. My dress, it’s zipped up tight in its own special bag, still scented in rose and lavender sachets.

Preserving the remnants while we stitch new days. As usual, I’ll be following the Thread.