Friday, February 20, 2009

Note to self

Do not. I repeat, do not put food on the stove before you get "distracted" with your significant other. In my defense I wasn't planning on getting distracted but it just sorta happened and as a result my WHOLE house stinks like burnt food now. I had an AWESOME skillet of lime butter green beans, broccoli, and mushrooms but it all was sacrificed to Vulcan the fire god during my inattentiveness. I'm sure that nobody really cares about my "private life" but it's my version of a public service announcement and I thought it was important.

NO FOOD ON THE STOVE WHILE YOU'RE NOT WATCHING...EVER!

Speaking of food it makes me drift to wine (natural progression) and I've been looking at the same, empty, bottle of wine on my kitchen table for almost a week now and I feel utterly compelled to say something about it. I'm not trying to blow smoke up any one's keister and pretend I'm a wine connoisseur but I do like wine and I know what I enjoy drinking. So, to continue, I've been gazing at that empty bottle and it has been reminding me of when Bob and I drank it on Valentine's Day evening. What a great dinner. What a great wine. Bob and I had bought wines on our Fall field trip to Virginia last year and was pleasantly surprised when he spotted two bottles that we had miraculously saved all this time in the wine fridge. We started with the one bottle we had, from the two, and eagerly opened the second bottle we had when we finished the first. We couldn't help it. Bob and I were even reminiscing this morning about our prized Three Fox Vineyards 2006 Appassionata Vidal that we had that Valentine's evening. Well the TWO we had that evening. The Appassionata Vidal was a buttery white wine that was utterly delicious and became our instant favorite from all the wines we bought, from the past till present. Bar none. We're big fans of the Northern Virginia-area wine country and make a field trip out of visiting them. Oasis, Rappahanock, and Pearmund have always been our "go to" places where we enjoy ourselves for the atmosphere and the great tasting wines but we ventured to a new location and hadn't regretted a single mile to get there. Three Foxes Vineyard is a small newer vineyard, for us, and their wines are just outstanding. When Bob and I walked towards the entrance to the tasting room we were greeted by one of the friendly owners who was fighting a battle with the firewood trying to get a fire started in an outdoor chiminea. We didn't realize that he was one of the owners because he was so unassuming, and well, was pretty determined and occupied to getting that fire started too. He stopped momentarily to greet us and pointed the way towards the tasting room. Later, we realized who he was after we had met the other half of the partnership, his wife, who was just as unassuming and was talking with us about joining their Vinter's Circle. Apparently there was a Christmas event they were planning for their members and it sounded like it was going to be great fun. She was very excited about the preparations for it and had spoke of a prior event that was a resounding success as well. Regretfully we didn't join due to distance but definitely plan on a field trip in the future re-stock our supply of their delicious wines. I'm looking at their brochure right now and dreaming of the trip.

So that's my day so far. Burnt food and delicious wine. There's not enough incense to get the lousy burn smell out of the house right now. If there's any ideas out there I'll take them because, well, because literally it's starting to give me a headache from the smell. Well, it could be because Bob and I were at No Place last night but that's another story.

Friday, February 13, 2009

No Place

Bob and I discovered too late into the Winter season this unassuming local bar and eatery. Usually I've been cawing about Big Owls as a great place where Bob and I mingle and drink but No Place is our newest favorite place to wander to. No Place is a die-hard Steelers hive where the wonderful local gentry come to hang their hats and hide from the Winter cold and is located in historic old Stevensville. Lori is the consumate bar maiden who is attentive to all the customers seasoned and new (like we were) and Bob and I really feel welcomed and taken care of every time we sit down at the bar. Lori really is the hidden Patron Saint of the Eastern Shore. Sexy, kind, great sense of humor, and honestly loves her family above all else. We met her daughter and her grandson yesterday and really felt the love and pride ooze from every pour in her body and she couldn't wait to introduce her beautiful family to us newbies or anyone else for that matter.

The local's we meet every time Bob and I go in there are very friendly and welcoming. Never once have we felt out of place or snubbed because we were the new kids hanging at their place at the bar. Space is always made for new arrivals with a friendly smile or a "hi, how you doing?". Bob and I met "Pepper" as I noticed him slurping down a shot of xtra-hot wing sauce. He just smiled when I questioned him with an astounded "what did you just do?". "Pepper" obviously got his nick-name honestly but his real name is Chad Marshall and is a local DJ who seems to be well known and liked. He was immmediately nice to us and wasn't hestitant to introduce himself to Bob and I even after I seemed a little shocked from his hot sauce slurping habit. As for the saloon patrons though just leave any attitude or "airs" outside or, better yet, locked in your car. This isn't a space for golf pants or bragging about your wine collection. To be clear though, I definately get the impression if your kid is doing well in the military or was lucky enough to get accepted into an Ivy League school no one could be happier for you and geniunely so. Humbly brag all you want and they will lend you an ear.

Since I'm always intrigued by food, any food, I "borrowed" into a conversation with a gentleman about cooking wild game. ANY wild game. Muskrat, goose, venision, and any other Eastern Shore game I've failed to name. Apparently Bob and I just missed out on a pretty big event in which many wild games are prepared and eaten. Being that I grew up on the Shore with a daddy who hunted I can say I miss a dinner table with goose or venision as the main course. My daddy has since retired to Florida and no longer hunts but my fascination has always remained and I will always feel a certain affinity towards anyone who can bring an Eastern Shore classic to the table. I love the whole process from the field to the table and will definately not miss the wild game bonanza that happens every February next year. I'm just glad that the wonderful saloon patrons are patient eneough to put up with my incessant questioning and evesdropping!

I tried to find a link on the Internet that could make it easy to locate this new favorite of ours but it seems there is no website for this wonderful local haven. I'm assuming that perhaps there's a reason for this and decided that, maybe, the charm of it is that, number one, it isn't a chain and number two, advertising the hell out of it isn't necessary. If you're lucky enough to know where it is then you have found a true treasure indeed.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Up waaaaay too early

I can picture Bob and I "later in life". Two old birds strolling the beach in the pre-dawn hours because they can't sleep. I was thinking "beach" and "warm" while sitting inside my cozy house and it's 19 degrees outside. The picture above is from our last trip to Hilton Head South Carolina, in the pre-dawn hours.

So what to do early in the morning when there's no beach or warm temperatures to occupy the sleepless? Browse the internet of course. I brewed a pot of coffee (NOT condusive to going back to sleep) and reviewed my Yahoo page. I subscribe to a web page called The Consumerist and it had a great link to a coupon web site that I thought was pretty informative. Since I'm trying to be a more conservative home cook and housewife I was pretty excited....I guess it doesn't take much to get my engines fired up.

I went to Brooks Tavern yesterday afternoon (whoops that doesn't sound like I'm being economical does it?) and had lunch. I can say that I was intrigued by my experience and that I liked the environment. The menu was varied and interesting and it was hard to pick from the fresh salad selections or the local beef burger (which is obtained via St. Brigid's Farm). The rustic place wasn't a bad experience but it wasn't the speediest either. The poor server tried his best and Barb (I think?) hurried around making sure the gradually filling tables were satisfied. I got the impression there were some "regular's" there as she appeared familiar with a few diners. She definately lightened the load a bit as it appeared there was only one waitstaff for the cozy room. The spinach salad I ordered was satisfying and was served in a quantity that was plentiful and pretty to look at. The fact that this restaurant participates with local venders and growers appeals to me in a very "colonial" sense. I love the idea of knowing where your food comes from, establishing a relationship with local food artisans, and making all of it work together in a thriving business for the public.

So there you have it. I forgot my camera in my haste to get out the door but I won't make that mistake again. I definately wanted to have a field trip (it was partially accomplished) but didn't get to visit the fledgling vineyard that is located in between Centreville and Church Hill while on my way home. I wanted to stop yesterday but the lane looked a little too muddy for me and, well, nature was calling.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Planning an adventure

Oh my gosh I'm dreaming of Spring. I love everything about Spring: hikes, planting new vegetables, sitting on my patio enjoying a glass of wine, wandering with my camera, the smell of farmer's plowing their fields....etc. These poor tomatoes above were from last season and I have a new lofty goal of having the BEST tomatoes this year. This includes really preparing the soil properly and having a more established plan of plant locations in my little space. I recently saw an advertisement that really piqued my interest with experimenting with new products. Part of me, the pessimistic side which I try to hide, thinks that the product is a bunch of horse-wash but the other more "optimistic" side thinks I'd really like to order it and give it try. The Topsy-Turvy upside down hanging planter has been on my mind since I saw it yesterday which then gave me, almost, instantaneous Spring fever. Bob gave me the "ok" when I brought it up last night so I've been squirming about it ever since.

I'm traveling to Chestertown today for an appointment and thought I would explore a restaurant that has also piqued my interest as well. Brooks Tavern popped when I was exploring the Slow Foods Baltimore website. At least that's where I think I found it. So anyway, I'm off to Chestertown after I finish here (and fix the mop-head) with my camera in tow for a fun field trip.