Sunday, May 8, 2011 @ 8:19 PM

the product of my farmers market adventure

Yesterday I promised you the dramatic conclusion of what I made from my farmers market purchase. Well, dear readers, fear not. I am about to deliver on my promise. I present to you, completely from scratch: strawberry rhubarb pie!

Yes, you read right. Not only did I successfully bake my very first strawberry rhubarb pie, but I also made the crust from scratch and it was neither chewy nor greasy. The pictures are beautiful because of the amazing red color, so I'll let them speak for themselves [recipe at the end of the post].

Labels: pie, rhubarb, strawberries

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this is literally my favorite type of pie in the universe meaning that i am so very sad that a.) i don't live closer to you and b.) that pie doesn't ship well ;) Oh my gosh, it looks amazing!
-Galina

By  Radical Reminders, at May 9, 2011 at 10:02 AM  

I ate some of this pie. It tastes as good if not better than it looks. FACT.

By  anne zoom, at May 12, 2011 at 12:26 PM  

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Saturday, May 7, 2011 @ 2:48 PM

the most wonderful time of the year

I'll be honest. I was never a fan of spring growing up. It's not that I had terrible allergies or hated all the beautiful buds on the trees. I think spring was always eclipsed by school. As a child, all that mattered was April vacation and beyond that, my brain was too busy counting down the days til June to notice the flowers outside. In college, I began to appreciate spring a little more only because it meant not having to freeze on the way to class, but I was often so busy writing papers by the time the weather got lovely that I couldn't enjoy all that the season had to offer. I began to really take notice once I was working in a cubicle after undergrad and springtime meant walks on my lunchbreak and outdoor patios at restaurants after work. Now, springtime means reading books (academic or pleasure) in the park, green grass sprinkled with pale pink petals fallen from trees and, best of all, the re-opening of outdoor farmer's market.


I'm a little bit spoiled given that I live in between two year-round indoor farmer's markets, but nothing beats the outdoor Bryn Mawr Farmers Market. People bring their kids and their dogs. They walk around nibbling on their purchases, whether it be a breakfast sandwich from the Renaissance Sausage truck or a whoopie pie from the Herbal Springs Farmstead. There's always a new food to try or beautiful flowers to smell. Best of all, you can talk to any of the growers/vendors and they're so knowledgeable about whatever it is they're selling. It's my favorite way to start my weekend.

Today I didn't buy much, given that I had gone to Reading Terminal Market yesterday (more on that in a later post). I walked by one of the new stands, Market Day Canele, and couldn't resist buying some. Lately I've been thinking about making caneles, but haven't been in my apartment long enough to bake them. Anyway, the texture was spot-on: crisp and carmelized exterior with a moist, custardy interior. The flavor was surprising, as they were made with orange in addition to the traditional vanilla bean and rum.

On my way out, I stopped to peruse the organic produce. Amidst a stand of leafy greens, stood a box of vibrant, ruby-toned rhubarb. I've never once made anything with rhubarb, but it was too beautiful to pass up.

I left with three stalks and my brain whirring with all of the incredible concoctions I could make.

Labels: canele, farmers market, rhubarb

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