Jun. 19th, 2010

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So, we're nearing the end of spring, in my garden this means that I will soon have too many red currants. (Followed closely by the long awaited black raspberry season.)

I still have jelly from the last batch, I still have currants in the freezer from last year, and I'm about to have my biggest crop yet.

What should I do with all these currants? "I'll come over and pick a pint for myself" or "I'll take a quart of frozen ones" are valid suggestions at this point.
Here's one recipe I tried previously: http://www.deliciousdays.com/archives/2005/10/21/red-currant-tart/

The shortbread crust was delicious but the tart itself has a problem. That picture? Not representative. What came out of the oven was these beautiful ruby berries embedded in a yellowish beige custard. Not particularly appetizing. (It was tasty, reminiscent of rhubarb custard pie with a bit more bite.)

Thoughts on how to make it look prettier would be welcome.
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I'd briefly toyed with the idea of heading north for the Wadena Deer Creek High School reunion this weekend. If I didn't like the scene, I figured I could just head to the family cabin a few miles away. Plans changed.

Thursday night, multiple tornadoes hit town. Below is a picture of my high school. It no longer has a roof. The larger red box shows what used to be the community center's roof in front of the entrance. The smaller box 1/2 a block further? That was my house. The windows on the upper floor were my bedroom.

Looking north parallel to highway 29 as you enter Wadena from the south.

Here's the thing. I didn't much like living in Wadena. We moved there when I was 5, (just before kindergarten) and I told my parents that when I grew up I was moving back to the Twin Cities. (June 1996 following my senior year of college, I moved back to the Twin Cities.)

And yet, this is the town that in some ways, I still know best. I lived there for 17 years. Every picture I see is somewhere I've walked, or biked, or hung out with friends. When I see pictures of people responding to the tornadoes, they're often people I knew, or I knew their parents or kids. Last time I was in town I got a hug from the woman who owns the bakery, she hadn't heard that my dad had died. I went to the 'cyber cafe' that used to be my parents' store and the HS student behind the counter recognized my name.

Last week I would've said my ties to Wadena were pretty tenuous. Today, I'm not sure what to say.

Processing needed I guess. And I gotta say, tornadoes need to stop attacking my favorite maple trees.


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