Sunday, May 3, 2009
Our evening meal was fufarah, which was anything the garden handed us.
We dug early potatoes and cut them and sauteed them in the big frying pan. Baby beans also went in, cut once or not at all. By July the peas were dying, and the brown vines had mostly gone to the goats, but a few peas were left for the pot.
The tomatoes, peppers, and eggplants were growing but were not yet ready.
But small squashes began to appear, and by the next day they were no longer small. So we learned to pick several each night, and they too went into the pot.
It was all sauteed, then served on brown rice or noodles or eaten with bread.
But just before serving, we topped the mixture in the pot with crumbled goat cheese in great quantity. This was a rather dry cheese from our constant production that used up the excess milk we had in mid-summer. The wheels sat salted on the counter for a few days, and it was a contest to see whether we could eat as much as we made.
Not that we wanted to. We hoped to make it through the winter months with summer's bounty.
So every few days a wheel of cheese about 6 inches across and an inch deep went into a plastic bag and then into the freezer.
The cheese softened when tossed onto hot fufarah and added a zesty flavor and a nice touch of protein. With rice and all those garden veggies we ate well, and no two meals were the same. But they were all fufarah, all summer long.