Sitting in the Cafe dining room looking out at the dove gray skies, breathing the apple cinnamon through my nose, my mind imagines it's been a wonderful year for apple orchards. I mean, it smells that way to me! People in the neighborhood have been making cider, apple sauce, apple butter, and who knows what lately. Me? I'm baking Grammy's Apple Mess. It's a recipe that my mother wrote down while listening to a radio show in our cape cod house on Tunxis Ave in Bloomfield Connecticut. I was a little girl who loved this Apple Mess, and at the time, couldn't understand why we couldn't whip the crab apples that hung over Mom's 1954 pink Crown Victoria into such sweetness.
This recipe is absolutely fantastic to make with a young person in your life. Measurements are easy and forgiving.
Grammy's Apple Mess
Equipment:
A Wooden Spoon
A Fork
1 Cup Dry Measure
1 Teaspoon Measure
A Medium Bowl
An 8x8" or 9x9" Square Pan
An Oven
Ingredients:
3 Tart Apples cut into any kind of chunks (½" or so?) (I leave the skins on)
2 Eggs
1 Stick Butter
1 Cup Sugar
1 Cup All Purpose Flour
1 tsp Cinnamon
1 tsp Baking Soda
1 tsp Baking Powder
½ tsp Salt
Directions:
Preheat your oven to 350 degrees. Chop your apples. Shape and size don't particularly matter. Put the butter into the bowl. Microwave on high for about 1 minute to just melt it. Beat the eggs into the bowl with the fork until they're well mixed. Add the sugar, baking soda, baking powder, salt, cinnamon and continue to mix with the fork. Add the flour and stir just until incorporated with the wooden spoon. Throw in the tart apple chunks and stir gently with the wooden spoon.
Scoop it all into the un-greased square pan and bake for 40-45 minutes at 350 degrees.
Put a scoop of ice cream on top when serving squares, or dollop with pure whipped cream.
Saturday, October 24, 2015
Sunday, July 5, 2015
Fresh Berries
Fresh Berries and Lake Superior Whitefish are the perfect marriage on a steamy summer day. We often pair the two for dinner, and add forbidden rice and corn on the cob to bring it all together. Our True North salad is comprised of a pile of mixed greens, fresh berries, roasted pecans and whitefish or not, all drizzled with our homemade Maple Vinaigrette made with local maple syrup. This year, the trees that gave up the syrup are practically a stone's throw away, within a mile from the cafe'. Come on in, relax, and top it all off with one of our smoothies, shakes, or sundaes.
Saturday, June 27, 2015
Summer Hours at the Cafe'
Welcome to summer where forest meets farm. Rock River Cafe has shifting hours and menus reflecting local foods and activities. We are currently open Wednesday through Sunday, Noon till Eight PM through October 31st.
Come and enjoy homemade sauces and dressings, local fish, locally baked bread, dilectable desserts, and more in our cozy dining room filled with local art or Al Fresco on our porch. We are a short drive from Munising, the Gateway to the Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore. Waterfalls are on the way, and Laughing Whitefish Falls is a few miles west of the cafe.
Come and enjoy homemade sauces and dressings, local fish, locally baked bread, dilectable desserts, and more in our cozy dining room filled with local art or Al Fresco on our porch. We are a short drive from Munising, the Gateway to the Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore. Waterfalls are on the way, and Laughing Whitefish Falls is a few miles west of the cafe.
Labels:
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local food,
local food movement,
locavore,
maple,
mint,
mint syrup,
rock river cafe,
rock river restaurants,
shake,
simple syrup,
steamer,
strawberries,
Trenary Ducks & More,
vinaigrette
Location:
Chatham, MI, USA
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
Here are a Few of my Favorite Things This Week
We've just opened the Rock River Cafe' for the summer season. Every season we play around with the menu and think about new ways we can feature local ingredients. My favorite this year is our Sencha Green Iced Tea sweetened with our Backyard Mint Syrup made from Rock River Perennial Garden and Greenhouse Backyard Mint. The balance of subtle sweetness, green tea flavor, and mint suspends perfectly over ice in our mason jar mugs. My granddaughter enjoys chewing on the mint sprig in her glass.
Ahhhh summer!
We've been loving the fresh Lemon Thyme gracing the grilled Lake Superior Whitefish as well. We are still sautéing up Local Wild Leeks from Reh-Morr Farm with fresh veggies for dinner. I've been loving them so much that I almost forgot to make some Leek Relish to hold onto the flavor for a while.
And then there's Rhubarb Syrup to drizzle over ice cream in a homemade gingerbread waffle bowl.
Follow the link to Martha Stewart's website. We make ours a little differently but end up in the same place of wonderful!
Ahhhh summer!
We've been loving the fresh Lemon Thyme gracing the grilled Lake Superior Whitefish as well. We are still sautéing up Local Wild Leeks from Reh-Morr Farm with fresh veggies for dinner. I've been loving them so much that I almost forgot to make some Leek Relish to hold onto the flavor for a while.
And then there's Rhubarb Syrup to drizzle over ice cream in a homemade gingerbread waffle bowl.
Follow the link to Martha Stewart's website. We make ours a little differently but end up in the same place of wonderful!
Green Tea with Fresh Local Mint Syrup |
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Cluster Flies
There lies a heavy reminder of snow on the ground, but spring will win, it always does. I peer out across the landscape under heavy cloudy resistance at the sandy snow, dirt, puddles. It all feels so slow. It's hard to believe that powers are changing the landscape, unseen. The cluster flies know. They're bouncing on the windows incessantly attempting penetration as ages old instincts sing of tilled soil by machinery or hoof, and the exposure of moist, forgotten earthworms.
We wait. And those who cannot wait create varying landscapes for their amusement, dialing the channel from this to something else. Spring break? There's that. That's what we've done. We've escaped the molasses flow of spring and hurried to a place alive with it already, filling our hearts with birdsong and flowers, the music of it still playing in our minds upon our return.
Our closest friend derives the sap from the maples this time of year. It's the first harvest from the land. And how sweet it is! I'll share some ideas a little further down the page.
The hoop houses in the area are filling with seedlings in total disregard of the grey sky-grey snow. I'm sure the caretakers can't even notice the creeping weather. How could you when your eyes are filled with the miracle of seed? Earth, water, seed interacting to create life, which sustains life, which creates life again. Science and Miracle dance this time of year so obviously, so carelessly, so abundantly, and so confidently. Nature awakens in everything, from first sap, to creation of next year's seed.
I encourage you to taste, slowly, the first evidence of fresh, local spring that passes your lips and hesitates on your tongue.
We wait. And those who cannot wait create varying landscapes for their amusement, dialing the channel from this to something else. Spring break? There's that. That's what we've done. We've escaped the molasses flow of spring and hurried to a place alive with it already, filling our hearts with birdsong and flowers, the music of it still playing in our minds upon our return.
Our closest friend derives the sap from the maples this time of year. It's the first harvest from the land. And how sweet it is! I'll share some ideas a little further down the page.
The hoop houses in the area are filling with seedlings in total disregard of the grey sky-grey snow. I'm sure the caretakers can't even notice the creeping weather. How could you when your eyes are filled with the miracle of seed? Earth, water, seed interacting to create life, which sustains life, which creates life again. Science and Miracle dance this time of year so obviously, so carelessly, so abundantly, and so confidently. Nature awakens in everything, from first sap, to creation of next year's seed.
I encourage you to taste, slowly, the first evidence of fresh, local spring that passes your lips and hesitates on your tongue.
Maple Steamer
- One Cup of Milk (Soy, Almond, Cow, etc.)
- Two Tablespoons of Maple Syrup
Maple Shake
- Four Scoops Ice Cream
- ¼ Cup Maple Syrup
- Milk
Labels:
fresh,
local food,
local food movement,
locavore,
maple,
shake,
spring,
steamer
Location:
Chatham, MI 49816, USA
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