Goodbye to Santa Barbara

Goodbye to Renaud's Patisserie & Bistro...

Goodbye to the Farmers' Market...

Goodbye to little birds who drink where people picnic...

Goodbye to my favorite flowers.

I'm ready to go home, but I'll miss all the beautiful things we have seen and done.

Dinner near the harbor

Santa Barbara harbor where we walked a bit just before dinner ...

... as the sun was about to set, we made our way to Toma restaurant
across the street from the harbor.

Above: duck with pea shoots, lentils, grilled nectarine, peach coulis
Middle: Len about to eat a "tuna cone" and black pasta with shellfish
Bottom: strawberry dessert with mousse, philo casing, strawberry sauce.

We are about to return from Santa Barbara to Michigan. We'll miss it here!

Earlier: a very warm day at the beach.

And After Dinner

Channel Islands from Elwood Mesa 

Bluebird against the evening sky

Before Breakfast

From our apartment around 6 AM yesterday and today

Fresh and Local

A head of red lettuce with leaves so tight it looks like a rose. Dark green lettuce. Tiny turnips with their leaves attached. Broccolini in a little bunch. Sage, parsley, tarragon. Red and golden tomatoes. Avocados. Lemons and limes. Lilly's eggs, laid in the morning, and strawberries from Oxnard which we maybe saw from the train. Patty pan squash picked in the early afternoon to be sold at 4 PM and not a bit earlier. I love shopping at the Santa Barbara farmers' market. Also in the basket: some Ojai Pixies, a local type of tangerine sold at Gelson's supermarket.

Dinner last night was tuna salad with those eggs, tomatoes, parsley, tarragon, lemon juice, mayo. Also a lettuce and avocado salad with olive oil from an earlier market trip, and some sliced strawberries. For a future meal, I made a stew of lamb (from Gelson's), herbs, onions, dried fruit, and tiny turnips. Washing and chopping vegetables, sautéeing lamb, boiling the eggs... all this took over an hour: maybe I've started to crave food that takes a little more than 10 minutes, even in theory.

Ten-Minute Lunch

My lunch today: Tomatoes à la Provençale from French Cooking in Ten Minutes.
(Think you see a diet coke? You're hallucinating.)

Several tomatoes in my refrigerator were begging to be used up. Yes, I know, they shouldn't be in the refrigerator, but they were too ripe to leave at room temperature ... so I followed another ten-minute recipe from Pomiane's French Cooking in Ten Minutes. The tomatoes were so small they didn't even need to cook quite as long as he suggested; I think maybe the whole endeavor did take around 10 minutes.

In fact, I have made tomatoes this way many times. I first learned the recipe from my friend Michelle, who has lived in Paris most of her life, but who cooks Provencal style. I've even enjoyed this dish in the stunning kitchen of her summer home in Provence. No question, it's a fabulous way to eat tomatoes!

The tomatoes and herbs came from the Santa Barbara farmers' market.
Above left: the herb seller.
Above right: three images of what I bought Tuesday and how I prepared my lunch.

The 10-minute recipe (which clearly
requires around 15 minutes as written).

Dessert in Ten Minutes

Coeur à la Crème  

My latest experiment with Pomiane's book French Cooking in Ten Minutes: a dessert called Coeur à la Crème. The 10-minute version requires only four ingredients:

The recipe is very simple:

I've checked a few alternate ways to make this classic dish. These recipes are similar except that they use cheesecloth and a special heart-shaped mold to drain liquid from the cheese mixture. I assume this process makes the result firmer. The more time-consuming versions also add a bit of lemon and vanilla. I was thinking vanilla would be nice, but I don't have any in my little temporary kitchen.

Although I didn't drain it, the simple version that I made had a very nice, spoonable texture. As you can see from the top photo, I'm a hopeless case when it comes to making things look pretty! But once again, the result tasted good and reminded us of things we have eaten in France.

Santa Barbara Wineries

A magpie in wine country

Less than an hour's drive from Santa Barbara are many vineyards and wineries that welcome visitors. We decided to combine wine tasting and birdwatching today. Just as we got away from the freeway, we caught sight of an unusual type of magpie, and later observed various hawks, swallows, goldfinches and other birds. 

Beyond this birding area we came to the crossroads of Palmer Road and Foxen Canyon Road where there's a tiny hamlet called Sisquoc with one vacant general store and a few houses. While much of California is vastly overcrowded, this is the really empty part, and very pleasant, with beautiful rolling hills -- almost mountains. Foxen Canyon Road is the winery route, with quite a number of vineyards. 

Tres Hermanas Farmhouse and gardens

We began at Tres Hermanas winery, where we tasted some very appealing wines and learned about the family that owns the winery. Tres Hermanas means three sisters -- the woman pouring our tastes of wine told us that the three sisters are her daughters. She and her husband chose the name in hopes that the three girls would join the business when they finished college. Indeed, two of the three, all now in their thirties, do work there. And the middle daughter is a horse vet who lives and works very close by.  

The 2014 vintage growing at Tres Hermanas Winery

Her family has been farming there for well over 100 years, and her husband belongs to another long-established local family. Currently they continue to raise cattle as well as running the winery, which sells only at the sales room and by direct orders or their wine club, as well as to a few restaurants, so you probably wouldn't have heard of their wine. We enjoyed the wine and conversation, and bought a couple of bottles.

Wine vats at Foxen Winery

Our next stop was Foxen Vineyards, where we've tasted wine before. It's a much bigger outfit, so the young women pouring wine are employees, not family. While they are nice, the conversation tends to be only about the contents of each bottle -- also, the crowds were becoming bigger. Our next stop was an old favorite, Zaca Mesa. Though we like their wine very much, today it was overcrowded and noisy, including a live band playing in the courtyard. Fess Parker Winery was similarly busy, so we quit tasting and went on to Los Olivos, a charming little town, also very busy.

Humming bird feeder on a winery porch in Los Olivos

After a late lunch in Los Olivos, we continued birding on a really deserted road along a creek. Unfortunately there's barbed wire on either side of the road so you can only look towards the beautiful hillsides and listen to the birds singing. 

Needless to say, we started on one of our new bottles with our very simple dinner when we got back to our Santa Barbara apartment.

Sorrel Soup in Ten Minutes

In my little temporary kitchen here in Santa Barbara, I have decided to try out "French Cooking in Ten Minutes." Author Edouard de Pomiane was a microbiologist at the Institut Pasteur in Paris. In the early years of the 20th century, Pomiane studied various aspects of the chemistry of digestion. He became interested in nutrition and cuisine and began writing about food, eventually producing quite a number of rather popular cookbooks.

From 1923 until 1929, Pomiane did a radio show about cooking: probably the first cooking show ever broadcast.  He tried to simplify the process of preparing meals, recognizing that many women both cooked and worked outside the home, and thus were very pressed for time.

For my initial effort, I planned a meal that used one of his recipes: Sorrel Soup, and attempted to use his rhythm of cooking quickly to produce a three-course, French-style meal. My second course was meatballs (which I had ready to cook before starting) with cucumber-tomato salad (which wouldn't be at all French: Pomiane would recommend noodles or a canned vegetable -- the French love of canned peas to me is just as mysterious as their love of Jerry Lewis). The third course was cheese with fruit.

Pomiane's Recipe

Sorrel for the Soup

My first challenge was to obtain the soup ingredients, specifically sorrel and semolina. Sorrel is a rather sour green herb that's used much more in France and other parts of Europe than here. I've found it in Michigan in the past.

I asked at every vegetable and herb stall in the Santa Barbara Farmers' Market Tuesday. Some had heard of it, some not. One farmer said he had planted it -- but it wasn't ready. Finally, at the far end of the market I found just a few bunches of it.

 

Semolina

Next, I needed semolina, a type of wheat used in cereal and pasta. I found it in the bulk grain section of Whole Foods -- which was lucky as I only needed 2 tablespoons, and I'd hate to waste the rest of a big package.

Boiling water -- the key to the 10-minute cooking technique that Pomiane recommends -- is really easy. No matter what you are planning, he says, you start by putting a pot of water on the stove to boil. Cream and butter are also not hard to obtain. So I was ready. The clock starts when the water comes to a boil, but I started to cut and cook the sorrel per directions while the kettle was heating. I also started cooking the meatballs:

Well, the soup did take around 10 minutes from the time the kettle whistled. But I wouldn't really say this meal was ready with only 10 minutes of effort.

Soup's On!
As Pomiane recommends, I left the meatballs on the stove while we ate the soup.

Update: apparently, I forgot to mention that the soup was delicious, and really tasted French. The meal seemed French style as well. Thanks to those who asked here & on FB.

The Farmers' Market, Santa Barbara

Shopping for herbs

As we planned our trip to California, I looked forward to shopping at the Santa Barbara Farmers' Market again. Local produce here is varied because we're near so many climate zones. I'm sure the terrible drought is affecting farmers here, but the market was still full of variety.

Dates in color-coded bags

Vendors at yesterday's downtown market offered seasonal strawberries, hand-produced olive oil, avocados, artichokes, asparagus, walnuts, pistachio nuts, tangerines, lettuce and many other greens, Meyer lemons, free-range eggs and chickens, tomatoes, chirimoyas, artisanal cheeses, root vegetables, garlic and garlic shoots, dried fruits, jams and crusty pies from fresh fruit, and more -- all locally grown or made, all sold by the original farmers or producers.

Smells and tastes of the market are delightful. The perfume of never-refrigerated strawberries is amazing, especially compared to the odorless plastic-covered cold berries in a supermarket. The aroma of many types of herbs mingle so you can't quite identify them. At many stalls you can taste a sample: cheddar cheese with sage -- we bought that! Two kinds of dates -- we chose honey dates. A section of a special local tangerine. A little cup of olive oil -- we bought a small bottle.

Chirimoyas -- a fairly exotic fruit. To me they taste
like juicy fruit gum. (I didn't buy them this time).

Our dinner was almost 100% farmers' market food: an omelet with dill, green onion, and cilantro; tomatoes with herbs and lemon juice; baby artichokes dipped in olive oil; sliced strawberries. The depth of flavor of every item was stunning. The olive oil is especially notable both in taste and velvety texture on the tongue. We will be eating more of our bounty in the next few days -- cauliflower, lettuce, sorrel, avocados...

Ride a bike to the market!