Fall has arrived in Alaska. I love this time of year. The mornings are crisp and cold, the leaves are beginning to turn, and my flowers are just about ready to call it a season.
|Lobster roll nirvana|
Like so many other folks, my summer got away from me and my life refuses to slow down. As I was picking the last of the plump raspberries off the plentiful bushes that line my backyard, I suddenly realized that as my life seems to have evolved this year, so must my little blog. Finding time to cook is not a problem. Cooking is my therapy after a long day on the job. For me, it’s like breathing and sleeping. And without it, I’m just not me.
But finding the time to write recipes, take photos (which for this amateur blogger is not an insignificant amount of time), and publish new posts has proven a bit more difficult. So I’m just going to improvise!
Oh, I’ll still post recipes and pictures- don’t you worry. Some of the recipes will be my own, but many may just highlight recipes that I’ve tried and loved and want to share with others. My pictures may not be as carefully staged and styled to perfection, but they'll still be my own.
This summer in Alaska has truly been a delicious one, and I wanted to share some of its culinary highlights. It began on a foraging expedition with friends Renee and Michael for wild morels. I posted last year about my foray into mushroom foraging. After last year’s beginners run, I was totally excited to tackle fungi foraging this summer. And I’ve done so with gusto!
|Creamy chicken with morels, photo by Renee|
My friend Renee is a fabulous home cook, who's culinary skill and technique exceed my own. The woman is stealth in the kitchen. We turned this incredible bounty of morels into a truly astounding dish: Creamy Chicken with Morels, (recipe courtesy of our guru Ina Garten). My mouth still waters thinking about that meal. I cannot wait to hunt for morels again next spring!
While I was home with my family in Fairbanks for Fourth of July, my sister Holly and I threw together this Rhubarb Galette, courtesy of our pal Martha. It has a cornmeal crust that is TO DIE FOR and comes together very quickly. My only modification is that I swapped out half the ice cold water for ice cold vodka, because I’ve learned that it makes a flakier crust. Just trust me on that (or don’t, and Google it for yourself!)
|Rhubarb galette with a cornmeal crust.|
Juneau was chock full of salmonberries this year (Juneau friends— is it like this every year?!) I’ve said before, but it bears repeating, that I have a nearly insatiable enthusiasm for foraging wild edibles. It's difficult to locate my "off" switch when you turn me loose on a berry patch. I located these jewels in a friends backyard. While I was excited at the idea of converting them into jam, the delicious treats didn’t make it through the night as we gobbled them up like candy. Not quite too pretty to eat!
One of the very best parts of my summer was spending time in Bethel with my friend Valerie and her beautiful family. Valerie and her Yu’pik ancestors have been harvesting the land in Western Alaska for thousands of years. Val taught me the traditional way of processing and smoking wild salmon, just as her mother Tilly taught her, and Tilly’s mother before her. Just look at the beautiful salmon in her smokehouse!
With the swift work of her ulu, Valerie quickly processed the salmon we caught by setnet. My job was to tie up the strips of salmon to hang in the smokehouse. I’m proud to say that I excelled at this task. I tied up salmon LIKE IT WAS MY JOB. And it was…for two whole hours. I ate so much smoked salmon that weekend that I nearly made myself sick. Zero regrets.
A trip to Sitka last month resulted in a BOATLOAD of winter and golden chanterelles. I was excited to learn how to identify them easily so that I know what to look for on future expeditions. My friend Heather’s adorable mother Benny was totally thrilled to share her love for mushroom foraging with others, and was the ultimate host. She turned our bounty into both mushroom quiche and cream of chanterelle soup. HOLY DELICIOUSNESS, BATMAN. Sadly, I don't have pictures of the food because I was too busy stuffing my face (along with her homemade biscuits- we ate like champs).
|Milo's version of "blueberry picking"|
Of course, no summer in Alaska is complete for any forager without taking a hike up a mountain for wild blueberries!
Just like last summer, my friend Erica joined Milo and I for a bit of hiking and a lot of picking. Last year I posted this tasty recipe for blueberry cornmeal cake, which I love. I think this year I might make blueberry jam with my bounty. If so, I’ll post it!
Last year I posted a picture of some pickled Hatch chilies that I made and enjoyed all winter. Another shipment just landed in the grocery stores here in Alaska and several of your have texted me for the recipe. I just put up another batch last week, and here's the recipe I used. I eat them with my Taco King takeout so I feel like I'm getting a few veggies as I scarf down my carne asada special tacos.
|Pickled Hatch Chilies|
This is just a scattering of my summer food adventures. I plan to make jams for winter soon, and pickle a few more veggies to eat all year round. I'm even going to take another stab at perfecting rhubarb ketchup- and if I succeed, I'll post it!
Alrighty, Alaska...bring on winter!