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Mediterranean-Style Cracked Olives
A few weeks ago, I began a project of home-curing olives. Step 1 was to crack each one with a meat mallet and then soak them in water, drained daily, until they reached a palatable level of bitterness. Part of the art of olive making, I discovered, is finding the perfect stage at which to stop the water bath. I tasted an olive on day 8 and spat it into the sink. Too bitter, still. Then I tasted one on day 10 and uh oh, it tasted a little watery to me, a little washed out which I read can happen. I quickly drained them at that moment and decided to go ahead with the brine to see what would happen. For approximately 2 kgs. of fresh olives, I used the following formula for the brine:
Henri Matisse and the Olive Forest
We’ve had tastes of Nice urban life, and the seaside. Today, we had some blissful time to marinate in Provence which means olives, oranges, lavender and country life. We went to the Matisse museum which is a renovated country French chateau that is now very much in the heart of suburbia. So many of his sketches and paintings focus on simple subjects: the form of a common woman, a still life of fruit. I love the colors he pulls in to his paintings as they are the colors I find naturally work their way into the beige background of my life on the Mediterranean.
The spire you see in some of the photos is a Franciscan chapel on the property.
I forget how inspiring and energizing it can be to walk through beautifully designed and manicured urban parks. This 19th century structure is surrounded on one side by an olive forest and the other side by rustically designed French kitchen gardens. That means that most of what is growing on this property is edible. I want to remember to mix pansies and calendulas with chard and kale.
This enclosed herb garden is a perfect place to come and sit in the sun on a Saturday morning with preschoolers.
Next time I come to Provence, I hope to go straight to the country to soak in the sun, earth, Mediterranean plant life and the colors.
Menton, Monte-Carlo, Monaco
Here’s what’s different about the Mediterranean from the French side. First of all, the coastline is long and uninterrupted. When you’re out all day, you don’t just catch glimpses of it, the shoreline is protected from development and you can view it with the expanse of a wide-angle lens most of the time. Second, it looks like the ocean right after God made it. It is baby blue, and effervescent, and perfectly clean. I was trying to capture that essence and I think the heading photo got some of it.
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| Clay courts |
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| It’s November and this is Europe. The water is not actually warm. |
Thanksgiving on the French Riviera
Can you imagine writing those five words? I never could either. I did not grow up thinking I would travel anywhere in my life, didn’t really even think about it. Funny reality now is that the French Riviera is a whole lot closer than going to Grandma’s house for Thanksgiving, though not necessarily sweeter.
Turkey Deconstructed
Whole Orange Cake
Thanksgiving is coming up this week, but we won’t be at home for Thanksgiving Day. Having Thursday and the connecting Friday off from work creates an irresistible draw to do some regional traveling. I’ll tell you later in the week where we will be. Never-the-less, I feel like doing some festive cooking.
We are just on the cusp of orange season. I won’t add them to the What’s in Season list yet because they’re still a tinge green and a tiny bit sour, comparatively, but the scent of oranges does conjure the holidays, in my mind.
I’ve been waiting a few weeks to try this whole orange cake. It seems to be an Australian country wives’ recipe, but I had to do so much converting that this recipe is mine now. If you want to check the original or if you prefer metric measurements, here is the link. Otherwise, you should just trust me. I am very much in the mood for a cake with the marmalade-like brightness this cake implies. Ground almonds will temper that mood enough. Then, it will be soaked in an orange rind and dessert wine syrup.
We stock our wine cellar at a winery not far from Hammamet called Domaine Atlas. Pictured below is the actual Bredy wheelbarrow of wine cases we bought the last time we were there. Mind you, we entertain a lot. Each time we are there, we stick in a few bottles of their dessert wine which comes in clear, unlabeled bottles. The Australian recipe calls for botrytis-style dessert wine. Botrytisis really a controlled decomposition process which is why it is fondly referred to as “noble rot”. I don’t know how noble our local product is, but it is suitable for sipping and cooking.
When I took this photograph, I had in mind one of those magazine set ups like oranges + almonds + dessert wine using actual plus signs, but I don’t know how to do all that so the key ingredients are just all there mingling in a group.
Whole Orange & Almond Cake with Dessert Wine Syrup
1/4 tsp. salt
1 tsp. thyme, lavender buds, or Herbes de Provence (optional)
Chanterelle Risotto
Oh, these chanterelles. What a surprise they were at the market yesterday. When we lived in Bellingham, we used to go into the woods on Mt. Baker and forage for them in the fall, but we never got a batch this bounteous. I’m estimating they cost about $4.00 per pound here, but I might not find them again this year. That’s how it goes here: Grab them when you see them.
As we were drooling over them as they lay drying on their kitchen towel, our friend Shelly asked what we were going to do with them and actually, we hadn’t decided yet. She suggested risotto, which was a great idea because we already had everything to make it so we could pull it off on a Monday night.
I adapted a recipe by Tyler Florence for Porcini and Chanterelle Risotto, but used a decadent whole pound of straight chanterelles.
Chanterelle Risotto
Ingredients
3 sprigs fresh thyme, leaves only
1 fresh bay leaf
2 cups white wine
Sea salt and freshly ground black pepper
2 cups arborio rice
6 cups chicken stock
2 tablespoons fresh parsley, minced
1/2 cupParmesan
To make a completely honest disclosure, I’ve gotta tell you that my husband is the primary risotto maker in our family. It’s one of his specialties and I was mostly his sous chef.
Home Cured Olives, Part I
Since this process technically falls under the heading of preserving food, I got some good advice so I don’t end up growing something undesirable, like bacteria. I figured the University of California, Department of Agriculture and Resources would have this researched. They have a 26 page e-booklet called Olives: Safe Methods for Home Pickling.
I wanted to get the very long process started and think more about the brine in a few days so I chose the method for Mediterranean Cracked Olives. One begins by cracking the olives, but not the pits, with a mallet or rolling pin and submerging them in a water bath, changing the water twice daily, for at least 10 days or until enough of the bitterness has been removed.
This was a nifty suggestion for keeping the olives submerged. It is simply a Ziploc bag filled with water.
You can already see the oil floating to the top. I’ll let you know what I’ve got in 10 days.









































