Hoo boy. It was a good one. Twice as big as ever before, the June Portland Preservation Society meeting was so full of good folks and good food (and good Bloody Marys with vodka provided by New Deal Distillery for anyone that didn’t have to drive two hours home).
After rousing rounds of introductions and selections, I ended up with rhubarb-raspberry-ginger jam, mushroom-herb seasoning, kale-walnut pesto, harissa, apple butter, and rhubarb mostarda. With so many people participating (over 60), the selection process took quite a while, so there’s been some discussion of adding a few new elements to the program for the next meeting to speed things up a bit. Overall, though, I still had a really good time.
After rotating among people’s houses for most of the last year, the meetings have now found a permanent home at Union/Pine, a really nice event space that’s perfect for a large get together like this one. Maybe next time, I’ll bring my camera to the meeting to get a few photos of the actual event.
I brought half-pint jars of garlic-rosemary chévre to share. The thing is that for me, making chévre (something that I do once or twice a week anyway) is way easier than going to all the trouble of doing up jam or pickles, but apparently no one was dismayed by my lack of effort. My six jars were claimed after fewer than 15 picks. A bunch of participants brought cool prizes for the people who had their items picked first, so I was lucky enough to score this rad morel tea towel from Nell & Mary. Someone even got to take home a brand new pressure cooker donated by Fagor.
This morning, I made a batch of my favorite yeasted buckwheat pancakes (recipe from Not Without Salt), and smothered them in the rhubarb-raspberry-ginger jam and some cardamom pear butter that my sister in law gifted me for my birthday. It was glorious.
While I was in Portland, I finally made it to Cyril’s for a late lunch weird and wonderful chickpea sandwich. I wanted to be sure to get a chunk of cheese from the cheese case while was there, and after telling the server that I had read Sasha Davies’ book, The Cheesemaker’s Apprentice (read my book review here), he insisted on summoning Sasha herself from the back. I did my best not to be an awkward superfan while talking to Sasha, but she was great. If you’re in Portland, you should head to Cyril’s ASAP.
I also went out to my way to try the ice cream at Salt & Straw. I got the “Freckled Chocolate” something or other, which might be kind of boring but tasted delicious. I did that thing where I ordered a scoop, and when he handed it to me, I thought, ‘That’s not a very big scoop.’ Then I ate it and thought, ‘Boy, I could’ve eaten a lot more ice cream.’ After walking around for another twenty minutes, I suddenly felt SO full and was glad I hadn’t order anything bigger. Has that happened to anyone else?
Happy weekend, folks!