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RI Farms & Food celebrates our state on a plate. Our monthly on-line community of farmers, harvesters, chefs and mindful eaters are driven by a passionate commitment to local, sustainable, affordable food. We care deeply about connecting our readers with great farm produce, humanely raised meats and fresh-caught fish from healthy nearby waters. We respect the land where we live, the animals we eat and the social fabric of the hard-working farm families and fishermen that bring the food to us.


Each month we'll visit some of the best markets and restaurants that share those values. We'll chat with chefs, growers and regular folks staking a claim in the resurgent local food story. We'll highlight fruits and vegetables at their seasonal best and explore interesting preparations and pairings with a variety of talented Rhode Islanders. We'll meet kids making good food choices and learning reverence for real food cooked right. We'll invite your photo submissions in a monthly contest and have some fun along the way. So pull up a chair, sit up straight at the table and tuck in your napkin...



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Farms and Food: The Book

Farms and Food

The mission of our book due to release in early spring 2012 is to recognize individuals and businesses comitted to the sustainable and local food movements, while providing readers with a beautiful cookbook and travelogue.


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Corn Meets Stone – 309 Years and Counting at Rhode Island’s Oldest Water-Powered Grist Mill

Growing, catching, finding and making according to local seasonal conditions gives homegrown food its “ground truth”, a profound connection with a place.  These foods are usually tastiest and are best enjoyed close to the source.  This is true everywhere.  Here in South County the preservation of jonnycakes, our most iconic food identity, is quite literally in the hands of one man.

 Old-time Swamp Yankee Bob Smith feels the stone-ground cornmeal spilling out of the wooden spout at Carpenter’s Grist Mill for texture.  Sharp-witted and spry at 86, this living bit of history is tougher than the whitecap flint “co-ahn” that has been ground there in Perryville between water-powered, one-pass granite stones every year since 1703.

His toughness might be ascribed in some small part to his 60 combat missions in a B-17 Flying Fortress over Nazi occupied France and Holland a lifetime ago.  Many was the day when 30 or more of the 120 planes that departed in the morning did not return.  After completing his service, Bob enrolled at URI.  One day he offered an attractive young woman a ride up the hill in his Dodge coupe.  Diane will tell you, “He says he picked me up hitchhiking!!”

Their love of local history led Bob and Diane to purchase and restore the neglected mill in 1986.  Recently the Smiths bequeathed the mill to the South Kingstown Land Trust.  Now they are training a new generation to take it over.  On this day, as always, Bob and two apprentice millers grind the same corn given to early European settlers by native Wampanoag people when the newcomers’ imported wheat and barley crops failed.  Hard and inedible raw, flint corn is ground into a highly nutritious meal with a subtle nutty flavor found nowhere else in the world.

Mixed into a meal and cooked on a hot stone, these unleavened “journey cakes” traveled well in the days before refrigeration.  Flint corn thrives along our south shore due to the moist night air and mild tempering effect of Block Island Sound.  Flint corn is tough.  Each plant puts out a single ear, instead of the three to four on modern varieties, but each kernel is full of flavor and concentrated nutrients.  To keep its line uncontaminated by stray pollen from hybrids it needs to be grown at least a half mile away from other corn.  Only two local farmers still grow it.

 The long thin golden ears are harvested in late fall and stored outdoors over the winter in covered slat-sided corn cribs where the moisture content drops from 25% down to 10%-12%.  Grinding commences in the spring.  A gate-operated sluiceway channels pond water three feet deep to produce enough power to turn the 2000-pound rotating top stone at 100 revolutions per minute.  Bob turns the screw-crank on an overhead hoist to lift the great runner stone a few thousandths of an inch above the stationary bedstone below.  They must never touch.

With bright twinkling eyes, he notes how the 13″-thick top stone, dated 1868, originally measured 18″ thick !!  “Some kids must have 5 inches of granite in their bellies”, he hypothesizes with a chuckle.  Bob goes on to emphasize the importance of the miller’s vigilant attention.

He must watch and listen for the sight and sound of its proper turning, wary of the trace smell when too much friction might scorch the meal.  The old saying “Keep your nose to the grindstone” originally referred to this task before becoming a generic term for drudgery.  The dedicated work of the artisan does not translate into the world of technology….

Jonnycakes have survived centuries of vigorous debate here in “Li’l Rhody”.  East Bay cooks prefer a thinner “lacy” batter made with cold milk.  The Smiths (and your author) will go to our graves clinging to the thicker West Bay style with its golden crust and creamy polenta-like interior.  The proper South County jonnycake gains it ascendance by scalding the meal with boiling water and thinning it slightly with a little milk.  Silver-dollar sized dollops are dropped onto well-seasoned cast-iron that has had a recent encounter with bacon.  Please no sugar or maple syrup – “yah cah’nt taste the co’ahn, boy !!”  Not just for breakfast, these thicker cakes make a splendid companion for savory dishes like chicken and gravy or creamed cod with spinach and onions.

The halls of the State House have echoed over the years with contentious exchanges relating to this greatly loved little disc, reminiscent of the millstone so instrumental in its production.  Representatives Boyd of Portsmouth and Caswell of Narragansett nearly came to blows in 1922 over claims relating to THE definitive recipe.  Scurrilous defamation passed back and forth.  “Newport hick feed !!” “South County mush !!”  The combatants were eventually separated and a draw was declared, though the friendly rivalry continues to this day.

In a rare fit of common sense, the Rhode Island State Legislature enacted one of the country’s great legal protections regarding the appellation of a local food tradition.  It was decided by a vote that Jonnycake meal may only bear the charming countrified spelling, without the “h”, if it is made from corn grown and stone-ground right here in Rhode Island.  Long live “truth in labeling !!”

I’ll Have the Ammonia……..

 Humans eat meat because, unlike plants, we cannot synthesize some kinds of amino acids and must ingest them. Our country’s recent appetite for large portions of cheap protein has driven the beef industry (not small sustainable farmers) to find ways to repurpose connective tissue, fatty toss-offs and  inedible scrap traditionally used for pet food and cooking oil.  Remarkably, this butcher’s waste is turned into 60-pound frozen blocks of additive filler called Boneless Lean Beef Trim (BLBT).  Banned in the UK for human consumption, this questionable product extender is found in low-end beef patties at ball parks and in school lunches across America but has somehow managed to avoid being identified as an ingredient.  

Beef Products International in South Dakota achieves this magic via mechanical separation in a centrifuge resulting in a mash that is passed  through a tube in the presence of ammonium hydroxide, raising the pH and (usually) killing off potentially high levels of harmful bacteria.  The notable point here is NOT the use of ammonium hydroxide (a common leavening and pH control agent in baked goods, caramel and condiments) but the dangerous and potentially lethal levels of Salmonella and E. coli  in the industrial feedlot product being processed.  One need not look far to discover the recent history of recalls and contamination events.

70% of  US ground beef sold contains  BLBT (affectionately called “pink slime”).  15% of a hamburger may be comprised of the stuff without acknowledgement of its presence.  While McDonalds, Taco Bell and Burger King have discontinued its use, The US Department of Agriculture recently signed up for 7 million more pounds for the school lunch program.  

The Food Insight website notes : “Ammonium hydroxide can be used as an antimicrobial to control pathogens, such as E. coli O157:H7, which may be present in beef. In the treatment, naturally occurring levels of ammonium hydroxide in beef are increased slightly to create a pH that eliminates harmful bacteria.” 

The fact they don’t tell you is that the bacterial counts in the acidic intestinal tracts of grain-fed feedlot beef are 315 times higher than in grass-fed pastured animals with more alkaline (high pH) internal conditions. Starch-based diets enable the animals to fatten quickly in confined environment absent of their natural forage but reduce the health of the animal and create meat that is amazingly unhealthy for us.  The absence of plant roughage from their feedlot diet decreases saliva production that contains an valuable acid-buffering enzyme.  The result is acidosis, ulcerated stomach walls and liver abcesses.  Some feedlots utilize “by-product feedstuffs” that may include stale gummy bears, french fries, rotten potatos, pasta and the ground & cooked floor scrapings of poultry confinement growing operations (Univ. of Wisconsin study). Hungry yet ??

A University of California – Chico study comparing the intestinal flora of grass-fed vs. grain-fed animals noted that the bacteria present in the feedlot beef is much more likely to survive the acidic conditions of our own stomachs to persist and bloom. We evolved gastric juices to kill these things present in carrion and spoiled meat eaten by our distant ancestors.  Much of the repurposed trim used to make the pink blocks of BLBT comes from the outside of the animal and the perimeter of the abdominal cavity and would have a high likelihood of contact with this source of contamination.

Manure is a blessing when spread out over the land but too much of it in one place becomes a problem. Feedlots are filthy places where animals are continually standing in manure with elevated bacteria counts often developing foot problems that need treatment with antibiotics.  In dry conditions they are dusty places with high level of fecal particulate matter in the air.  This dangerous manure gets in lungs, on hands and cutting tools and into the foodstream given the volume and scale of the major processing plants killing more than 100 animals per hour.

In sharp contrast, the stomachs of grass-fed animals have a much higher pH level and vastly lower bacterial counts. Grass-fed beef is lower in saturated fats and calories, 3-4 times higher in good Omega-3 fatty acids, 5-8 times lower in bad Omega-6′s, with buttery yellow fat high in B-vitamins, Vitamin E and beneficial CLA (conjugated lineolic acid). 

 The animals are grown at a density matched to the carrying capacity of the land that supports them. Their manure enhances the organic capital in the soil beneath their feet and they trample the grass they don’t eat down into their hoofprints increasing humus production and water-holding capacity. If they are grazed in rotational fashion, the rested paddocks regrow incredible high-value forage in 30 days.

When the right animals with strong genetic potential to finish well on grass are grazed in this fashion for a long enough time to reach 1100 pound slaughter weight you can produce truly remarkable grass-fed & dry-aged beef.  Rhode Island producers of quality grass-fed beef include Watson Farm, (www.historicnewengland.org), Windmist Farm (www.windmistfarm.com) and Beaverhead Farm (401-932-8698) on Jamestown, Aquidneck Farms www.aquidneckfarms.com) in Portsmouth, Treaty Rock Farm (www.treatyrockfarm.com) in Little Compton and New England Grass Fed (www.newenglandgrassfed.com) – contract grazers based in South Kingstown.

Respecting the Protein, PMB


1 Comment | March 8th, 2012

Dirty Kids are Happy Kids

 

I took two baskets of rabbit manure to my friend Alex’s family one evening last spring. He and Beth, outnumbered by this point, preside over a happy raucous house full of music and dancing and art and good food. They make time in their busy lives to tend some raised garden beds with the girls and grow things that they cook together. Producing and sharing food with neighbors strengthens their social network in the spirit of old-fashioned country hospitality. Rural agrarian communities have historically succeeded by cultivating respect and concern for the person you may call on in time of need. A basket of squash or a bowl of raspberries can reach across boundaries and might help someone struggling to make ends meet.

 The need for healthy fresh produce is particularly critical in poor urban communities dominated by cheap empty carbs stripped of their nutritional value and processed for long shelf life. Overweight and undernourished, people in these “food deserts” suffer from disproportionate frequency of diabetes and other chronic health problems linked to recent separation from a local food system. For many people, the good choices are too difficult to make. Flavinoids seem to be the purview of the privileged.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happily, some great people have been busy writing a different end to the story. For 30 years, Southside Community Land Trust in Providence has helped people turn vacant lots into community gardens through programming, seed sharing and technical support.

New Urban Farmers in Pawtucket eliminates barriers to healthy food and empowers low-income individuals, families, and at-risk youth on their home farm at Galego Court housing development. Education collaborates with new technology in the form of aquaponics, solar panels and geodesic domes. Kids access food-based learning, better outcomes and exciting business opportunities.      

 Society’s problems were thankfully not on the minds of these happy kids. We had fun chasing the dog, kicking a ball, spreading manure, picking radishes, hiding in the stick-and-log tipi-fort where “almost no one” can find you and making sure the neighbors knew there was rabbit poop.

The fragrant black soil had clearly enjoyed several years of organic amendment and felt  great to stick your hands in. We dug things up and turned over the compost pile. Labels were attached to sticks and everything was so exciting it required yelling even though I was only three feet away. The smile on my face lasted almost a week.

 This spring I’ve decided to do all I can to encourage kids  and  families to garden and grow their own food as a rewarding lesson in self-determination, planning, perseverence and pragmatism. Any family that grows a garden and sends us a photo with a story written by the kid or kids describing the meal they grew on their own will receive a FREE package of 100% grass-fed & dry-aged ground beef from New England Grass Fed at the South Kingstown Farmers Market.                          

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alex’s thoughts on our evening’s adventures:

“Gardening with my kids provides my wife and I quality time with our girls – free from the distraction of TV and computer, we can show the kids how to be resourceful and how food is made. By taking care of the plants we can harvest food to eat instead of needing to purchase food. In doing so, we’re also demonstrating how a little work ethic can yield some great natural treats – and save money for other things. The girls like it because they can get dirty, dig for worms, that feed the turtles….great lessons in science. They also feel good about getting to pick the food – tomatoes, green beans, snow peas, strawberries, blueberries, lettuce, peppers, etc… There are some kids who actually believe food grows at the store ?!?!?!?”


1 Comment | February 14th, 2012

Big Metal Chicken

Emmittsburg, MD (AP) – The great bird stands at the edge of an empty field inscrutable and sphinx-like, resplendent in its rusty yellow and sky-blue plumage.  Its open beak issues a silent proclamation to the muddy furrows within earshot.  Local legend in northern Maryland’s Catoctin Mountains has the thing as something of an oracle.  The old-timers swear that if you circle it three times backwards in an anticlockwise fashion on the full moon sprinkling a line of cracked corn in an ever-widening circle it will predict the future success of your farming enterprises.  As a person who has frequently sought spiritual guidance from rural roadside attractions, I wanted to believe but it was a cold morning and we were there for rabbits.  We didn’t stick around for an answer.

Poised at the head of a long dirt drive, the rooster points the way to Whitmore Farm, an inspiring place where Will Morrow and friends raise a number of rare heritage breeds in an all-natural, free-ranging production model.  There are Katahdin sheep, a hair breed (no shearing ever) with great parasite resistance.  They run with the Tennessee Fainting Goats, a breed that was historically kept with sheep as a sacrificial lamb of sorts.  If a wolf got into the flock the goats would tense up and fall over due to their recessive myotonic gene,

providing an easy meal of opportunity for the furry intruder.  There are Delaware and Welsummer chickens, hardy meat and eggs breeds that forage on grass and bugs and enjoy a life outdoors guarded (mostly) by the Great Pyrenees rescue dogs that have come to the farm.  Of the six, only Joy is still struggling with her “little problem”.  The birds reach market weight in 12-14 weeks with rich flavorful breast meat and great texture, a far cry from the bland, flaccid, chemically-supported, confinement-raised product brought to you in less than 8 weeks by the good folks at Tyson.

There are Glocestershire Old Spot pigs eating the orchard trimmings.  There are hoop houses with baby lettuces and rare figs.  And there is a healthy breeding herd of the mighty Silver Fox rabbit, the peg o’ my heart.  Ohioan W.B. Garland developed the breed in the 1920′s by crossing a French Silver meat rabbit (Champagne d’Argent) with a

Checkered Giant.  Garland achieved size, hardiness, and fine bone structure (high dress-out percentage) in a handsome grizzled black package.  Silver Foxes thrive in pasture pens from March – November gaining muscle tone and producing a flavorful pink meat appreciated by many of Rhode Island’s most discerning chefs.  This grass-fed model takes longer than typical production houses but is well worth the effort.  Famous for their gentle disposition and excellent maternal instincts, the Silver Foxes are susceptible only to summer heat stress.  Their small litters and black hair (shows up on the carcass) have caused them to fall out of favor with commercial rabbit breeders and earned them endangered status on the American Livestock Breeds Conservancy watch list.

     

I first visited Whitmore Farm a year and a half ago for my foundation herd and returned last summer for more breeding stock.  After suffering some early setbacks, I added common New Zealand Whites (pictured above at left) to our program in order to reduce risk of catastrophic loss.  Realizing that we need to scale up operations in order to become profitable, I adopted a “divide and conquer” methodology.  I’ve recently outsourced adults and daily operations to two friends who are equipped with robust infrastructure and adequate winter breeding quarters.  Lois has raised a show herd of Rexes for many years and is new to the meat game.  Ed and Tracy are new organic farmers whose son just returned from an urban agriculture internship with Will Allen in Milwaukee, WI.  They are building a strong base of soil health as the foundation of their business plan.  After picking out 3 little Whitmore does (Judy, LuLu & Katrina) and a buck (W.B.) from a different bloodline, three intrepied wanderers headed up the dusty gravel road leaving a big metal chicken in the rearview mirror and wondering what they had signed on for.


No Comments | January 17th, 2012

How to Start an Uprising

The overnight Hong Kong market was trading hotter than a hoecake on Grandma’s griddle.  Mike Reppucci realized that the little baby sleeping in the next room was far more secure than the Brazilian reals he had leveraged with gold and hedged with oil futures.  During the quiet hours spent guarding his client’s portfolio against one of those nasty seven-digit swings, the Brown graduate decided to step off the corporate treadmill and pour his efforts into a different kind of liquid asset.  He would start making whiskey.  The good stuff.  Right here in southern Rhode Island.  For the first time since Prohibition.  Heck, the guys in Newport were producing rum based on a free-booting pirate.  Drawing courage from a band of visionary men who led our forefathers out of tyranny, Mike founded Sons of Liberty Spirits Company in 2009 and started the Uprising.

Rhode Island’s collective appetite for quality local produce is a strong and growing bright spot in an otherwise dismal economy.  If you can differentiate from your mass-marketed competition you can find yourself, in the words of retired Ben & Jerry’s president Chuck Lacy, “at the head of the right parade”.  Rhody wool and honey command premium prices from discerning buyers.  Why not something else to take the chill off a winter evening ??  Mike heeded the drumbeat at quick-step.  Considerably uptown from some no-account sour corn mash tasting like NASCAR country and smelling like a campfire, Mike’s signature hooch would resemble uisge beatha from the Scots Gaelic.  Made from a sweet brewed barley water, the proper dram would be reminiscent of the great single-malts enjoyed in London pubs (usually) after economics class.  The War of Northern Aggression rages on.

Applying the same thorough approach that guided him to worthwhile investments, Mike began learning all he could about the “water of life”.  Sons of Liberty would specialize in seasonal small-batch bottlings popular among so many of the micro-brews identified with local food movements.  Determined to do this thing right, Mike retained the services of Dave Pickerell, retired master distiller from Maker’s Mark in Kentucky, who taught him the mantra “All whiskey starts as beer”.  Sprouted barley is roasted to accentuate the flavors and arrest the production of maltose sugars converted from starch.  Gently cooked with water and yeast, the mash bubbles away for a few days until the alcohol level becomes toxic to the living culture therein.  The brew is then boiled off in a process called fractional distillation.  Vapors containing the “spirit” or essence are alternately evaporated and condensed at different levels of the still becoming increasingly purified along the way.  The small-batch method enables the distiller to isolate the desirable “heart” of the run from the the thin, apple-flavored “heads” and the oily, astringent “tails” that are often included in the output of bigger commercial operations.

Dave consulted on the start-up and oversaw construction of a fifteen-foot tall copper pot still.  They converted an old empty manufacturing space in the Peacedale Mill Complex, installing stainless steel tanks, sanitation lines and a deionizing water filtration

system.  With a large amount of seed capital and family support, the place resembles a chemistry lab more than a moonshiner’s cabin.  Federal distiller’s license and permits from the state liquor control board took more than a year to acquire.  Finally, in September 2011, they were deemed good to go.

There was just one problem.  No product.  Whiskey drinkers can be a particular lot, set in their ways with a favorite brand, favorite shape of ice cube and favorite pair of socks to enjoy it with.  They revere barrel-aged spirits and old family recipes.  Mike and his crew could not afford to wait 8 years to cash their first check.  Rather than attempt to make a new company look old, they chose to embrace the truth.  They would build the best young oak-infused whiskey from a premium stout beer and sell it to a younger demographic with a bottle and label that speaks to a modern industrial techno-aesthetic.  Thus was born The Uprising.

The best floor-malted English barley available is mixed with dark roasted barley to give Sons of Liberty’s first release grain-forward flavor with distinctive chocolate and coffee notes on the back end.  Lightly touched by wood, the elixir spends a month resting on convection-toasted Minnesota oak staves before bottling.  Subsequent batches will be aged in charred oak barrels near the ocean to explore the effects of moist salt air, the coastal “terroir”, on the golden drop.  Ask Mike to set one aside for you.


4 Comments | December 30th, 2011

The Legal Buzz – Around the World with North Kingstown’s Coffee Guru

The pot of Bolivian was mostly gone.  Stephanie resembled a whirling dervish cleaning the windows of the coffee shop for the second time this morning.  Someone had been assigned to watch her but apparently that didn’t happen.  Husband Mark Additon, artisanal coffee roaster savant, was plying his dark art, a modern-day Merlin hunched over a yellow enameled steel Ambex roaster muttering backwards incantations.  Checking time and temperature, he was inspecting the beans with a jeweler’s loupe and clearly did not intend to be disturbed.

And so it goes on another happy morning at Updike’s Newtowne Coffee Roasters, a cheery spot to linger over a truly great cup of joe on Post Road in North Kingstown.  The couple specializes in roasting and blending single-origin coffees grown in accordance with best environmental practices approved by Rainforest Alliance and purchased through recognized Fair Trade channels.  This is an important distinction for consumers interested in responsibly acquiring a product that hails from remote locations in third-world countries specializing in deforestation and human atrocity.

Small-batch roasters draw their passion from the same well as the vintner.  Coffee is a complex beast, containing over 600 organic compounds, only about 1/3 of which have been identified.  The coffee-geek tribe teases taste and body out of a bewildering array of African, Southeast Asian and Latin American beans.  Mark manually monitors the roast, makes small adjustments effectively and achieves nuance unavailable to large computerized commercial roasters.

 

 

 

 

 

The honest folks at Updike’s sell you coffee made from 100% single-origin arabica beans.  Everything in the bag comes from that place.  You might be surprised to learn that a premium national brand rhyming with “Cars and Trucks” legally sells estate labeled coffee that is only 10% comprised of the named origin bean.  The balance is made up with far cheaper robusto beans delivering high caffeine along with their burnt flavor.  You decide which is better.

Mark’s light roasts feature fruity and floral notes of the more delicate beans and higher caffeine levels than their darker siblings.  His signature Dahlia Dark Roast combines buttery Colombian smoothness with the spicy, rustic rough edges of Papua New Guinea Kimel “A”, a bad boy that you can’t bring home to Mom.  The Rwanda Coopac Fair Trade is acidic and lemony with woody, earthy undertones arising from the volcanic mountain soil.  You’ll find Honduran Conquistador with rich chocolate tones and Guatemalan Finca La Espina packing robust aroma and satisfying espresso-like taste.  Ask for the El Salvador Santa Rita peaberry, a baby bean loaded with nutty caramel flavor.  For your after-dinner cup, consider My Dad’s Decaf, Swiss water-processed rather than chemical processed and leached through gooey petroleum products.

Stephanie encourages people to “know your roaster” and enjoy coffee at its peak quality.  The incredible flavor derives from volatile oils that disappear like the last days of summer soon after the beans are fractured.  The realities of scale and distribution require the national brands to sell you coffee that is six months to a year old (usually in a 12 oz. package that we think of as a pound).  For best results, grind your coffee just before brewing or keep a pound on hand and use it within two weeks.  You don’t need to freeze it.  If the good stuff sounds a little expensive, consider the opportunity cost of a daily stop at “Cars and Trucks” and your full pound of Bali Blue Moon looks like a bargain.


No Comments | December 15th, 2011

Through Your Hands – Classically Inspired Local Fare at the Ocean House

“Whatever your hands choose to do you must do with all your heart”.  Thus did roadhouse singer-songwriter John Hiatt exhort his Tiki Bar faithful to “build a bridge that lasts” at 1990′s Farm Aid IV concert in Indianapolis.  Today Rhode Islanders find those words made flesh at Watch Hill’s incomparable Ocean House.  The 1868 seaside resort hotel was recently rebuilt with attention to the comforting details of a bygone era.  Despite its ponderous bulk surveying the privileged enclave, the hotel manages to exude an intimate weathered charm that welcomes without swaggering.  Stepping onto the oceanfront idyll’s expansive porch, I felt ten years old again gathered in by Aunt Lorraine, a sturdy farm wife all round edges in a yellow dress and would you stay for lunch ??

Surely a good idea given your choices.   Oysters at the bar or a proper tea on the veranda ??  Salad and ceviche on the Seaside Terrace outside the spa ??  Or will you go “all in” for a four-star odyssey at Seasons, the full-service farm-to-table restaurant recognized as the jewel in the Ocean House crown ??  Chef Eric Haugen’s collaborative team conjures elegant statements of time and place with a clear focus on classical inspiration and beautiful locally sourced food.   I’m still not sure if I dreamed a recent Saturday evening repast at the chef’s counter with a box-seat view of the open kitchen.

 No less than 11 chefs combined in a storm of zesting and glazing, basting and broiling, tossing and poaching – a calm version of organized mayhem involving elaborate plating and multiple stations.  I started with an amusee bouche – a perfect little bite of purple potato confit (cooked in duck fat) with horseradish creme fraiche, Bayley Hazen blue cheese brulee (flamed with a torch) and candied walnut.  Just like you might make for your kid as an after-school snack.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pasture-raised rabbit from Hopkinton starred in a pate served over frisee and lamb’s lettuce with green apple and quince mostarda.  Heritage pig trotters from Foster (pied de cochon on the menu) had been cooked down with vegetable stock, deboned and repurposed into a creamy croquette studded with house-made pickles, chili and scallion.  A lamb shank from Scituate was braised in white wine and mustard greens, wrapped in papardelle pasta and topped with olive crumbs and a slow-cooked pastured egg.  Divine.  Sommelier Jonathan Feiler brought a wonderful Italian red from the Trentino region that opened up with every sip, complex fruit and enough acid to cleanse the palate and cut through the luscious fat of each delicious offering.

Like most great field generals, Eric lifts up those around him and gives credit to his staff.  He greets the dishwashers by name and makes sure they are well fed.  He mentors the chefs under his supervision and welcomes their input.
“Everyone is expected to contribute to the menu”.  The dishes are balanced and complex without suffering from too many ingredients.  The Johnson & Wales graduate learned his strategy for cultivating shared success at The French Laundry, Thomas Kelller’s vaunted Napa Valley icon of multi-course, small-plate mastery.  Eric went on to “stage” (French pronunciation with an -ah please) – an unpaid apprenticeship – in some of New York’s finest kitchens where he found his muse and expanded his understanding of style and flow.  His team strives for precision and consistent excellence in their accessible, flavorful meals.  He leads by example, adhering to one simple principle – “I can’t let anyone work harder than me”.  Good luck with that, people.


No Comments | November 14th, 2011

A Bonny Wee Lass

Wallace was bellowing in the pen and who can blame him, really ??  The heifer nearby was in heat and he figured that he was just the man for the job.  Unfortunately for our randy boy, that enviable project would fall to a straw full of semen acquired (we’re not quite sure how) from a champion stud bull in Canada.  Slightly less romantic than natural service on the bucolic coastal pastures of Jamestown’s Beaverhead Farm.  But such is the way for a modern show herd of Highland Cattle in pursuit of the elusive breed standard – short, long and shaggy.

On a “fine soft morning”, positively Hebridean, with a cold mist beading up on waxed Barbour coats, owner Nonie O’Farrell and livestock manager Sarah Balmforth showed us their operation and shared a bit of their passion for the “grande olde breed”.  The Highlanders are unmatched in the bovine world for disease resistance and ability to thrive on rough overgrown grass.  They were a perfect choice for Nonie ten years ago, a novice farmer taking on 60 acres of briar-choked fields.  The self-professed Anglophile based her decision on the fact that “They looked hardy, handsome and cheaper than a landscaping crew”.  Their unkempt appearance, homely and majestic at the same time, conceals an animal extremely well suited for survival in harsh northern climates.  They are great mothers and resourceful foragers with strong herd instinct and a three-layer coat (down, insulator and waterproofing) that enables them to withstand a howling Nor’easter with nary a care in the world.  They provide the small-scale traditional farmer with high functionality and delicious low-cholesterol beef.

Nonie smiles recalling the  lessons of the early days and  the summer the calves kept getting out, roaming the neighborhood like a bunch of skateboarding teenagers or swimming down at the beach.  Her need for expert help became apparent in a freezing February rain four

years ago.  Bainne, a young first-time mother, was giving birth in the upper field.  Nonie had no idea what to do if there were any complications.  She put out some hay bales as a windbreak and said her prayers.  A phone call brought her salvation the next morning in the form of a young woman with livestock savvy and experience far beyond her 17 years.

Sarah Balmforth had been working with the breed for years under the guidance of her great-uncle Ern Anderson, furniture maker and Highland cattler fancier from Exeter.  He showed her the patience required to handle and these gentle stubborn beasts for the show ring.  Sarah found an igloo of hay bales up in the field with two twitching ears inside.  Her confidence enabled her to immediately take over herd management operations.  She never left.  Within a few weeks she had the herd innoculated, called the hoof trimmer, set up a breeding plan and drew up a grazing plan for the next summer.  Like most teenage girls, she castrated the mix-breed bull calves and built a chute used for treating and inseminating the animals.

She continues to improve the herd, showing at agricultural fairs around New England and at the breed Nationals in Denver.  Animals that don’t make the grade for genetic retention are excessed into the beef program.  Beaverhead Farm is a certified producer of 100% grass-fed and antibiotic-free Quality Highland Beef and sells at several local Farmers Markets.


Sarah is enrolled at URI in the pre-veterinary program (Animal Science Department).  She was one of three students to be awarded a 2011 Memorial Junior Scholarship by the American Highland Cattle Association (AHCA) to assist with her studies.  This honor is particularly meaningful since 93-year old Ern, inducted into the AHCA Hall of Fame for lifetime achievement, went on to greener pastures this year.  He is surely looking down proudly on on his girl.


No Comments | November 7th, 2011

The Meat Cutting Party

When cattle are grown naturally on summer grass and winter hay, they produce beef that is really tasty and really good for you.  The good fats are 3-4 times higher and the bad fats are 4-5 times lower compared with grain-finished feedlot beef.  The taste is intense and the muscle tone offers a satisfying texture for mindful eaters who support local farms.

The partners of New England Grass Fed LLC were proud to deliver an entire grass-fed steer to the Newport Harbor Corp gang a couple weeks back.  The chefs received a beautiful 100% grass-fed & dry-aged cross-bred Red Devon in 4 frozen bone-in quarters to be divided up among their 8 restaurant properties – Castle Hill Inn, 22 Bowen, The Boathouse, Trio, Waterman Grille, Smokehouse, Hemenway’s & The Mooring.  After it slacked out for a night and a day in the walk-in cooler, 8 chefs gathered at Castle Hill Inn for the cutting out party.

They were excited to see the dense dark red muscle and beautiful internal marbling of this spectacular 26-month old pastured animal.  The buttery yellow fat is full of B vitamins and soluble Omega-3 fats.  The Devons, like other northern heritage breeds, retain the historically selected qualities of mothering, rich milk and excellent feed utilization that make them hardy, good all-rounders for the small traditional farmer.  Because they don’t grow so big they were overlooked in the US for many years and retain their function and genetic integrity of a hundred years ago.  The Red Devons have recently emerged as the class of the field among those who know truly outstanding grass-fed beef.  Fine-boned and full-fleshed, they are one of the best converters of forage into fat – i.e. grass-finishers you will find.  When given good pasture, they develop an outstanding fat cap that enables them to age for 2-3 weeks, tenderizing and developing incredible intense flavor.

An impressive gathering of chef power worked on the beast like excited kids on Christmas morning.  Beautiful steaks and roasts and short ribs piled up.  Scraps and neck meat filled tubs to go into kielbasa and landjager.  Salamis were hung in the dryer with care.  Sinew was saved for an elegant consomme that will accompany the tenderloin on New Years Eve.  The top round, carefully trimmed for whole muscle cure in salt, sugar, bay leaf and juniper will be transformed into a magnificent bresaola (beef prosciutto).  The pungent mountain flavors of a raw slice off the end several days later brought to mind lederhosen, high socks and a brisk fall hike.

They ground abdominal fat into the burger.  Several said it was the best burger they ever had.  Several others swooned like girls at a Justin Bieber concert.  They achieved almost 80% yield, an amazing accomplishment and testimony to the animal considering 60%-63% is considered a good yield from the butcher at Westerly Meat Packing.  The partners at New England Grass Fed LLC are excited about pursuing their passion for animals raised naturally with respect.


No Comments | October 30th, 2011

Hard Work: The Mother’s Milk of Success

Waterman Grille, Providence - Chef Kevin DiLibero

Chef Kevin DiLibero had a drinking problem as a kid. He drank too much milk, sometimes right out of the carton.  And then there was the time he didn’t leave enough for Mom’s coffee.  He managed to avoid the belt with his irrepressible smile and a timely offer to help Mom in her Glocester, RI kitchen.  Thank goodness she let him stay and find his passion for simple good food prepared with love.  Her love was and still is expressed through her cooking and the joy it brings to others.  She would get up at 5:00 AM on weekends to make “frittad”.  Gatherings with cousins in their close Italian-American household always revolved around food.  There was bracciole with homemade tomato gravy and the Feast of Seven Fishes on Christmas Eve at Uncle Jimmy’s on Christmas Eve.  Dad would take the boys to the turkey farm to pick out their fresh Thanksgiving bird.  “Family was the most important thing for us growing up.  There were three boys going in different directions but we were always home on Sundays at 1:00 PM for dinner together.  I would eat at friends’ houses but nobody was better than Mom.”

Waterman Grille, Providence - Chef Kevin DiLibero

Taking those lessons from the best of teachers, Kevin honed his skills at culinary school in Florida where he learned to understand ingredients and the thoughtful application of techniques required to uphold their greatness.  Considering himself a craftsman rather than an artist, Kevin communicates a sincere humility that is disarming at first.  He is ever respectful of the products entrusted to his care and the hard work of the farmers and fishermen who provision him daily.  Quick to deflect credit elsewhere, he’ll show you the shiny eye of a fresh black sea bass, the ocean smell so clean you can feel the rocking boat beneath your feet.  He’ll tell you about the man behind the sweet potato, grinning like a kid looking out through a cloud of dust after his first Little League two-bagger.  For all that, Kevin takes his job seriously, confident that his staff’s best efforts can bring seasonal home cooking to its highest potential and bring the joy of his Mom’s kitchen to a discerning Providence clientele.

Waterman Grille, Providence - Rhody Farm Fresh Milk

He carries that message forward today at Waterman Grille, a cozy brick-clad hideaway overlooking the Seekonk River on Providence’s East Side.  Dark wood and low ceilings exude a calming energy.  A roaring wood-fired grill in the open kitchen speaks to hearth and home in a deeply satisfying way.  Rooted in traditional technique, Kevin was happy to work with Rhody Fresh dairy products for his book chapter segment.  He chose to make a Bechamel, one of the mother sauces of classic French cuisine made famous by Auguste Escoffier of Ritz-Carlton fame.  The silky preparation of scalded milk cooked with onion and clove then thickened with roux is a critical component for perfect creamed spinach, a simple dish that is deceptively difficult to execute perfectly.  Kind of like a 5-foot downhill put on Sunday at Augusta for Greg Norman.  The milk is gradually brought up to 180 degrees stirring constantly to convert the milk sugars and avoid scorching.  The onion falls apart, adding depth and softness.  The roux is added a bit at a time, stirring to prevent lumps from forming.  A touch of nutmeg darkens the sweetness a bit without showing off.  The spinach is wilted in the pan just enough then dunked in ice water and squeezed absolutely dry.  Pan-finished with the Bechamel and a pinch of salt, you’ll say “I’ve had this before but never this good”.

Waterman Grille, Providence - Panacotta

Rhody Fresh cream finds a similarly inspired expression in an elegant Pannacotta, that dreamy smooth pan of cream hailing from the lush alpine summer meadows of the Italian Piemonte region.  Stabilized with gelatin, kissed with vanilla and attended by fresh summer berries, the molded cream arrives soft and yielding as a doe-eyed prom date, calling to mind earlier innocent days when we were handsomer and had all our hair.  Mom would be proud.