Fennel and Cucumber Salad

Photo by Helene Dujardin accompanied her recipe for a fennel, cucumber, scallion and mint salad.  I first published this entry on 7/6/15 at 5:24 p.m. and updated on 7/7/15 at 9:45 p.m. to include a picture of the farm share, which can be found at the bottom of the post.

Since the expected Glade Road Growing farm share for week of July 7 includes fennel, cucumbers, sweet onions, carrots, and rainbow chard, I used the above photo as an inspiration and substituted the sweet onions for the scallions and also fennel fronds for the mint.

You could also make a delicious pasta primavera by chopping and sauteing any of the following and serving over cooked pasta, finished with some grated Parmesan cheese: fennel bulb, onions, carrots and chard.




Serves 4

1.  Wash the fennel,  cucumber and the onion in cool water.

2.  Peel the onion, cut in half and thinly chop to to make a quarter to a half a cup.  If you would rather use scallions, as pictured, cut 4 of them lengthwise, keeping all of the white parts and most of the green. Place in a bowl of ice water to curl, while you prepare the rest of the ingredients.

3.  To prepare the fennel, trim the stems and fronds close to where they connect to the bulb.  Chop some of the fronds to make 1/2 cup and reserve the remaining to use as an herb in salads or with pasta.  You can also use the stems in stews.

Trim the root end from the bulb to make a flat surface, for the bulb to stand on then cut straight down through the root of the fennel bulb in halves and again into quarters.  Peel off any wilted or rubbery outer layers and discard.  With the quarter on its side, thinly slice crosswise.

4.  With the skin on thinly slice the cucumber into disks.

5.  When ready to plate, layer the cucumber and fennel slices, top with the onions and fennel fronds. To make this salad hardier you could also add steamed string beans and new potatoes. If you would like this to be a main course, top each plate with 1 ounces of crumbed blue cheese and 1/2 cup of cooked chickpeas.  You could also serve it over a bed of cooked, chilled quinoa.

Here's another recipe for fennel:
Gingered Fennel Peach Tomato and Red Onion Salad

The fennel, onions and carrots are also delicious roasted with a Freedom Ranger Chicken.

UPDATE:  Here's the actual farm share (small version) photographed by my neighbor, Blacksburg Town Councilman Michael Sutphin (twitter).  Notice the addition of Thai basil.

In the newsletter, Sally Walker, half of Glade Road Growing's proprietors, writes:

Thai basil is a type of basil that is slightly spicy and also is somewhat licorice-flavored. Try a few leaves chopped into a cold noodle salad with sesame oil. If you do nothing else, just put it in a vase of water on your counter and smell it periodically. If you have a pollinator garden, this would be a nice addition because it has beautiful purple flowers that honeybees love.

Whole Wheat Pasta with Chard, Fresh Tomato Sauce and Cheese

The photo is from Giada De Laurentiis's recipe, but I prefer pasta in a shape that will hold the sauce: rotini, orecchiette (ear shaped), farfalle (bow tie), conchiglie (seashell shaped), penne rigate (ridged tubes) all work nicely.  Some brands I've tried include Dellalo and DeBoles.  


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The 9/2/14 farm share for Glade Road Growing is slated to include lettuce mix, tomatoes, sweet peppers,
parsley, chard, and garlic. Here's a simple pasta recipe with a fresh tomato sauce.

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Serves 4

Wash chard.  Chop stems separately and reserve.  Coarsely chop leaves.

To prepare ingredients for sauce:

• Finely grate zest of a lemon enough to make 1 lightly packed teaspoon. Cut lemon in half squeeze into a small lidded jar. You will need 1 teaspoon for this recipe.
• Peel, smash and mince three cloves of fresh garlic.
• Peel and thinly slice 2 small onions.
• Chop parsley leaves to make 3 tablespoons.
• Chop one 1/4 cup of kalamata olives.  You can substitute a drained jar of pickled capers, if you prefer.
• Seed, devein and chop one fresh serrano pepper. If you don't have a hot pepper, you can add 1/4 teaspoon dried crushed red pepper flakes.
• Halve five to six  tomatoes (about a pound) and press lightly to get rid of seeds and extra juice. Slice into large chunks.

Bring water to a boil in the a 2 quart pot with a set in steamer.  Add a bit of extra virgin olive oil to the water and the whole wheat pasta.  Bring back to a boil and turn down to medium. Set the steamer in the pot and c ook whole wheat pasta until al dente. While the pasta is cooking,  in the steamer, first cook the chopped stems and when soft, cook the leaves. Drain pasta into the steamer, set back in pot and cover.  Divide pasta and chard mixture among four bowls.  You can make this more filling by tossing each bowl's contents with 1/2 cup of drained, cooked white beans.  Set aside until the sauce is cooked.

In a large sauté pan, heat 3 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil over medium heat. Add the hot pepper or red pepper flakes and 1/2 tsp salt and cook, stirring often, until soft and fragrant, about 2 to 3 minutes.  Add the onions and garlic and cook until soft.   Add the tomatoes and cook, stirring often, until they begin to release their juice, 4  minutes. Stir in the lemon zest and juice. Stir in olives.  Remove the pan from the heat, add the parsley and swirl the pan to blend them into the sauce. Taste and balance the seasoning with salt and lemon juice if needed.

 Pour sauce over mixture.  Sprinkle with freshly grated Asiago or Pecorino cheese and with pine nuts or walnuts, if desired.  Serve right away.

Old Wives Tales

The photo  comes from a post by Susy Morris at her blog.


This poem comes from circa April 1988.I no longer have the email account which would let me know for certain, but I know I wrote it during the time of the Nellie's Cave Road controversy, which started that year. Here is my note on the inspiration:

April 25 it got up to 90 here & I bought my first glass of lemonade of the season. Because VE was floating on the horizon, I started to write in my journal about lemons. I went to the Tech library to investigate if lemons might have some mythic or folkloric significance I could use in a poem & discovered the Cleveland Public Library's Popular Beliefs and Superstitionsfrom the Ohio Collection of Newbell Niles Puckett (G. K. Hall & Co., Boston, 1981). This seemed the perfect resource, given our Cleveland connection. I wrote down lots of Mr. Nile's superstitions. Since I had a horrendous cold, many were of the ilk of  "To cure a cold, boil rabbit tobacco leaves with goose grease and lemon. Drink the liquid with the grease that falls in the bottom." The two that found their way into the poem, though, were the most intriguing. The one about the ghost brought to mind a man who haunts the life of a friend of mine. The Roanoke Times had just had an article on a prof at Hollins who was interviewing women on how their husband's ex-wives haunted them. A woman in my office who read the article had said, "The last few days I've had nightmares about Steven's first wife & in real life she's not the type to cause nightmares." So in the poem, I started to toy with bringing in the ex-wife. Then I thought, my friend is also an ex-wife, hence I had the ending. & the title. My journal entry about lemons found its way into the piece, displaced as to person. All that remained was to get all the loose ends to tie together. This is one of my favorite kinds of writing, the poem that comes out of the ozone, a serendipitous mix of ideas glomming together at some pt. in time to make a new whole.

OLD WIVES TALES (for Angela, after reading Newbell Niles Puckett)

1.

"The eating of lemons will cause you
to have a good sense of humor."

He grins, clicking
the rind in front of
his teeth with his tongue.
They are drinking iced-tea
and he always says this
before finishing off the yellow wedge,
bumpy skin and all.

He is the man who makes her laugh.
It is only later
when they cling to each other
in her poster bed at the farmhouse
she's restored with her bland husband
that the woman pictures
the man in a gauze mask
in an ivory-tiled room
timing contractions.
Not hers, the college abortion
and grapefruit-sized tumor
have foreclosed such options.

But isn't jealousy love?
He has told her he stole his daughter
because her mother didn't love her as
he does,
because he didn't want
his daughter raised by a Kansan
who never laughed at jokes.
The woman is always dreaming of
his pale midwestern wife
who appears at her door
takes the girl and
this man, who's so clever,
so misunderstood.


2.

"To ward off the ghost of a dead
person, hang a lemon in your front
window."

In the front window
of her new, compact apartment,
the woman hangs out a lemon
to ward off his ghost.
He is not dead,
only gone.
And not gone.
With her first husband
it wasn't like this,
nor her second.
Only this man in between.
This one who had beat her.
Not with his hands
but his words

which linger acrid in the air,
sarcasm with a sound
like the smell of cabbage cooking.
And since he had been in her life
she cannot feel alone.

She cannot enjoy the quiet
to pursue reading her stories
canning cloved peaches
sewing lace curtains.
Instead she feels guilt.
That she stayed so long.
That she'd gone so soon.
The woman is always hearing
the small daughter
left with him, whimpering
"Didn't you love me?"

The woman should be combing
the girl's hair.  Sewing
rick-racked smocks,
buying a tiny silver ring
with an amethyst birthstone.
He always said he stole
the girl for love.

She'd overlooked
that he'd put a four-year old
to bed on a matress without sheets
with their dishes piled
filthy in the sink, their food
dessicated in the oven.
That the girl would approach
even strangers to be cuddled.
She'd told herself it was the wife
who'd depressed him like this.

So the woman let her husband go, and
clung to the man, and took the girl
shopping for contour cartoon sheets.
She hung lemons to freshen the air,
polished every surface with lemon-
fresh Pledge, filled their life
with lemon meringue pie,
hot tea with lemon and honey.
Come summer they'd
drive to the drugstore and order
their first glass of lemonade
iced down, hand squeezed.

And wasn't jealousy love?
He'd been so possessive
he hadn't let her girlfriends
or even her sisters visit the farm.

It wasn't until
they'd spirited the woman away,
ordered her to sell the house,
for gadsakes, out from under him
if he wouldn't leave,
it wasn't until she'd
married a second time to avoid him
and divorced within a year
that she began to think, maybe
jealousy was something different.

Who was this wife,
the mother of the girl?
At night, the woman can hear
the wife sob for her firstborn.
Is this lemon--lit by the street lamp
outside the pane glass of an in-town
apartment that he has never seen--
really for him
or is it for the child and her mother?

And how do ties bind--
the woman's ex-husbands
who now have new wives--
are those wives hanging lemons
in their front windows
to exorcise her?