Blueberry-Basil Vodka Lemonade Slushie & Another Week in Portland Produce

We now return to my surely riveting series of local produce adventures.  Spoiler alert, I’m a week behind because I actually spent this past weekend with friends: patiently assembling gluten-free, birthday doughnut-cupcakes and celebrating with my bff and co, brunching, visiting the farmers market (but, of course), biking around town avoiding downpour, and enjoying an extensive, casual happy hour at a favorite spot in FoPo. Yeah, SE…which could also be called avoiding Division Street and what’s become my immediate neighborhood.

This week’s recipe is for a fancypants sounding but totally easy summertime vodka slushie, which after returning from my warm, weekly ride and downing a couple of glasses of ice water, was quite the treat.

Starting with Sunday the 6th’s beautiful, blue & green haul from Lents:

Blueberry Basil Vodka Lemonade Slushie

Blueberry-Basil Vodka Lemonade Slushie

Serves 1

This week’s recipe share takes a hot day, fresh produce, and a desire to kick back.

It’s basically a fruit smoothie with alcohol. You’re welcome.

Ingredients:

  • 1 1/2 oz. freshly squeezed lemon juice > which would no doubt equally delight with lime juice
  • 2 oz. vodka > a fruity, infused vodka would be lovely here
  • 1/2 teaspoon agave or raw sugar
  • 1 oz. fresh blueberries
  • 4 fresh basil leaves
  • 6-8 ice cubes

Directions:

Puree the first 5 ingredients along with half of the ice cubes in your blender. Add more ice or sweetener as needed. Serve pronto in a chilled glass with a straw (and spoon, if you like), garnished as desired.

Double for two.

Week 2, Our Table Summer CSA share

And now for the rest of last week’s kitchen tales…

True life.

Cornmeal-crusted seitan, fresh thyme-roasted red potatoes & summer squash, sautéed baby bok choi, jasmine rice, Sriracha, Zelda

Getting stocky with it.

Singapore Curry Noodles

And that’s another recipe I actually wrote down this week! It told me it wanted to be this summer’s fried rice. We’ll see when I get to sharing it, but the scribbles remain on a torn piece of notebook paper by my side.

Fluffy pillow pancakes, adapted from ThePPK.

This half-order had fresh blueberries, homemade blackberry liqueur (from summer 2012) and club soda. Chipped plate appreciation society.

Dijon Potato Seitan Hash

Another welcome new habit.

Jet Lag & Autumn Leaves

Jet Lag on Get Sconed!

Touching base after the grand hiatus, from deep in Portland’s Autumn….I don’t remember much about our first morning back, after a dear friend dropped us off back home. We unpacked a little, hugged our gigantic cats, and after briefly debating passing out or if either of us had the energy to walk down the street to New Seasons, I hobbled into the kitchen, sliced garlic in what felt like slow motion, grabbed some dried chili peppers, and put on some water to boil for the capellini I spotted above the fridge in the pasta jar. Continue reading

The Get Sconed! Food Porn Report for July ’13

Vegan Pizza on Get Sconed!

With VeganMoFo VII mere weeks ahead, I’ve been busy brainstorming and beginning to prepare, so it’s time to put aside the recipe posts and mason jars with the realization that August is truly moving forward, and share some good old-fashioned vegan food porn* glory, starting with one of the many handcrafted highlights… Continue reading

Zelda: Life with Greens

Since I was busy elsewhere during MoFo month, I asked some special friends to help out over here. The first thing Zelda brought to my attention, as she started walking across the keyboard to type this out, was my utter lack of a category tag with her namesake. The next demand? Her own month.

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Hi guys, Zelda here. I originally hail from a backyard in Brookline, Mass. and I was named when my human pals had a fleeting obsession with a Nintendo emulator back in college. Those were the days you could actually fall sleep on top of computer monitors! Anyway, I seem to have quite a popular name, so I do occasionally go by Zeldarella and Dorito.
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Patience, grasshopper.

Back in my younger, feral kitten days, I had a thing for sauteed mushrooms. That got old, and after a brief thing for nutritional yeast, I stuck to my meat cereal until I found something just as special as I was…leafy greens.
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Look at the size of the collard greens they grow here!

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When we moved to Portland, Jess decided that she was growing up and learned to cook. She started adding the most irrestible greens into our diet: spinach, kale, chard, hell, I was even nibbling the collards.
I quickly became a salad aficionado.
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Dinner!
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I sniff ‘em out the moment Jess comes home from the five farmers markets she seems to go to per week. They don’t need washing – just throw them on the floor! I will hunt my way through bags of groceries if I have to, and no one wants me to eat plastic, right?
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Are these leafy greens? I think not.

-At one point, we had a farmshare, and the variety of greens ruled! I’m not sure what Jess did besides take pictures of it, but I was content.

That is, until one awful day….-

Fennel?! Really? Who eats this sh*t?!

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Besides that fennel crap, I do consider myself adventurous about green vegetables. I like to investigate any type of greens – sauteed, steamed, braised, whatever you call it. Yeah, I’ll come licking your dinner bowl, but don’t expect me to finish. I want the fresh stuff.
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These smelled like fire.

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Even though I’ve knocked over every basil and mint starter Jess has brought home (those are false greens!), is it so much to ask for that we have a freaking indoor garden? What type of vegan is she?
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My 4th birthday party.

Now, as many of Jess’ friends can attest, I’m the real reason Jess does not keep beer in the house. She’ll tell you it’s gas, or it’s healthy, or it’s because she’s classy and prefers wine and cocktails, but really, it’s me. I’ll lick wine, but what’s the point? There are no bubbles!

I prefer porters and have a soft spot for Portland microbrews, but I’ll drink the heck out of anything made with hops. I’ll sniff out and lick cider, but it’s not really my thing. I just ruin it for everyone else. I’m really excited that Jess’ brother is supposed to come for Thanksgiving, because he always keeps a case of cheap beer in the fridge.-

Sharing is caring, y'all.

Once, I had 4 licks of beer before someone noticed, and fell asleep while Jess read some book about sparkling vampires.

I have fur. Therefore, Team Jacob.

Ah, dessert.

I’m sure you’re wondering…what sucks about life in Portland? Well, I have an awful roommate. His name is Huxley and I think he’s sleeping on a shelf in a closet somewhere. He has no appreciation for the finer things in life.

I thought you may need some more proof of my fine dining skills, so I got this from Jess’ archives:

Sorry, I got nervous on camera!

Thanks for reading, and just remember – anytime you see leafy greens on this blog,  I was there first.