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Old Fashioned Chocolate Cake with Olallie Berries

Old Fashioned Chocolate Cake with Ganache Frosting

A Slice of Decadence

“When June came the grasses headed out and turned brown, and the hills turned a brown which was not brown but a gold and saffron and red—an indescribable color.”

East of Eden, John Steinbeck

Inspiration

Picking Olallie berries the first week in June is an annual tradition. My mom took us to Gidzich Ranch every June. Making Olallie Jam and pie with my mom is a treasured food memory. This year I went to Gidzich Ranch to pick berries with fellow blogger, Sunny Cove Chef, and picky daughter. The Olallie season is even shorter this year, three weeks rather than five or six. There is no ignoring the California drought. The u-pick for raspberries and boysenberries has been cancelled this year. Although all the fresh berry offerings are seasonally available at the farm stand. And they sell pie. Buy the slice or an entire pie. We shared a slice of raspberry pie on our visit. Almost unbelievable, pie stuffed to overflowing with vivid magenta berries. Summer! READ MORE . . .

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Olallieberry Ice Cream

Olallieberry Ice Cream

Sliding into Summer

“You’re smart Joe. Where will you go first? Watsonville, he said.”

East of Eden, John Steinbeck

Inspiration

If you can push away from work, the digital world and all those expectations and demands you’ll find summer is waiting for you. Find a moment to breathe deeply. It’s such a small gesture; do something just for you. It’s easy to forget to take care of ourselves, isn’t it? Inhaling sunshine will warm your soul and calm your spirit. We are sliding into summer. Inhale the vivid bright light and be seduced by it’s radiance. READ MORE . . .

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Olallieberry Financiers

Ollalie Financiers

Summer Berry Mania

“Wouldn’t it be funny if she never left Watsonville, thirty miles away? She could even slip in over the line and see her friends if she wanted to. Maybe she came to Salinas sometimes. She might be in Salinas right now.”

East of Eden, John Steinbeck

Inspiration

It was mid June. It was time for the local olallieberry harvest at Gidzich Ranch in Watsonville. If I held my breath it would be over. I grew up with the olallieberry harvest at Gidzich Ranch every summer. During those years I found my mother’s fixation with the olallie to be a bit obsessive. Often we would go pick berries each week of June and the beginning of July. We would leave early in the morning when it was still cool so my mother would have time to process the lush berries on the same day they were harvested. I am beginning to follow my mother’s path. I have been to Gidzich twice for olallies. I made pie, jam and froze olallieberries just as my mother did. But this year I tried a new berry recipe with my olallies. And I am very glad I did! READ MORE . . .

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Apple Butter Ginger Hand Pies

Rolling out dough for hand pies

A Trip to the Orchard

“Look, Samuel, I mean to make a garden of my land. Remember my name is Adam. So far I’ve no Eden, let alone been driven out.” It’s the best reason I ever heard for making a garden, “ Samuel exclaimed. He chuckled. “Where will the orchard be?” Adam said, “I won’t plant apples. That would be looking for accidents.” “What does Eve say to that? She has a say, remember. And Eves delight in apples.”

East of Eden, John Steinbeck

Inspiration

Autumn arrived. We felt it ease into our days. The bright late afternoon sun gave way to crisp nights and mornings. By the first week in November, the Indian summer was gone. A longing for apples, pumpkins, pears, and all manner of things warm and comforting replaced our sandals and juicy ripe tomatoes. Hazy thoughts of apple pie came into focus. Childhood memories of trips to the orchards of Pajaro Valley mingled with the remembered scent of ripe apples and the warmth of cinnamon. As a young child a bushel of apples seemed daunting to me. I knew I would be standing on a stool and peeling, until the box was empty! READ MORE . . .

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Olallieberry Pie

Fresh baked olallieberry pie

Makes one large 9 inch pie

“Liza was rolling out pie crust on the floury board. She was so expert with the rolling pin that the dough seemed alive. It flattened out and then pulled back a little from the tension in itself. Liza lifted the pale sheet of it and laid it over one of the pie tins and trimmed the edges with a knife. The prepared berries lay deep in red juice in a bowl.”

East of Eden, John Steinbeck

Inspiration

Olallieberries are a cross of logan and young berries, that were developed in Oregon. They grow well in the warm outlying areas of the central coast of California. Olallieberries have a cult following. Yes, I am sure I am not exaggerating. Summer olallie mania heightens in proportion to the short growing season of June plus another week or so. Every summer, my mother would drive to Gizdich Ranch, just outside Watsonville, to purchase olallies. That day she would make olallieberry pie, the next day she would make jam. Some years, her olallie exuberance would dictate more trips for her favorite summer fruit. My mother loved jam and wanted enough to last the year; but she always ran out. She had olallie jam not only on her English muffins but on waffles, pancakes, French toast and vanilla ice cream. This is how we learned that both jam and syrup were wonderful with our pancakes, waffles and French toast. With the end of the olallieberry season fast approaching I had to have some. I wanted to make pie. READ MORE . . .