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Laurie's Market in Neptune. Blogfinger file photo. 2013 ©

Laurie’s Market on Atkins Avenue in Neptune. Blogfinger file photo. 2013 ©

Laurie Price in her greenhouse. Blogfinger file photo 2013  ©

Laurie Price in her greenhouse. Blogfinger file photo 2013 ©

Up until the closing this summer of Laurie’s market due to her untimely death, we had been closely following the progress of this year’s Jersey tomato crop.  We’ve always loved those delicious beefsteaks that we could look forward to each August assuming that the crop was in excellent shape—it was not always ideal.     Laurie kept us informed, like an obstetrician following the progress of a patient, and we would post the latest news in the Wassup section. She had a few favorite suppliers who would keep her bins filled and offered wonderful advice about how to select those delicate fruits for whatever plans you had for them.  I will never forget her instruction to look at the top of the tomato, and if you wanted one for tonight, you had to make sure it was red all the way to the stem.

Tara, Laurie's good friend,  who worked at the market.

Tara, Laurie’s good friend and colleague, who worked at the market.

 

It was a delight to visit  her rustic farm market to view the latest inventory. For me it was a “must-do” event.  Maybe it was Neptune, but pulling up to her place seemed like—maybe Sonoma or Napa.     She was so enthused to share her knowledge with us, that I felt like she was a member of the Blogfinger staff.  She showed Eileen how to make a watermelon salad.  You could make discoveries in her place, such as the beginnings of the planned winter garden or the select items that she was growing herself, laughing off the evidence of critters enjoying the goods.

Laurie’s friends wanted to keep her business going, but, for whatever reasons, it didn’t happen.  Every spring, as the fruits of the Garden State are set out at farmstands in this part of Jersey, it will remind us of Laurie’s.  Maybe someone else will bring her’s back to life in 2015.     Now it’s October, 2014, and those Jersey tomatoes are getting harder to find.  So we are currently buying tomatoes on-the-vine from Wegmans, grown in greenhouses in Canada.  They’re pretty good, but the Jerseys are the best.

We have posted Eileen’s recipe for insalata Caprese in the past (link below)—– a simple but elegant dish that uses all heart- healthy ingredients: olive oil, tomatoes, fresh basil and mozzarella cheese, plus some secret ingredients.  Last week Eileen made that recipe again, but she’s always innovating in the kitchen, so this time she added  avocados, a truly amazing food with anti-oxidants, “good” fats, and vitamins. Many nutrition experts think so highly of avocados that they refer to it as a “super food.”

So, once again, you can find that recipe below—-part of an article on Florida tomatoes which we have run in the past.

Eileen's 's insalate Caprese with avocado.

Eileen’s ‘s insalate Caprese with avocado.

Insalata Caprese by Eileen

DON ASPIAZU and the HAVANA CASINO ORCHESTRA:  “Aquellos Ojos Verdes”  (Trans. Green Eyes)  It’s not Italian, but it’s close.

In case you were wondering which building is for sale.  Blogfinger photo. Long Branch

In case you were wondering which building is for sale. Blogfinger photo. Long Branch. Click to enlarge.  2014.

Pierson's Place, Berkshire Mountains of Mass. on October 9, 2012. By Paul Goldfinger ©

Pierson’s Place, Berkshire Mountains of Massachusetts on October 9, 2012. By Paul Goldfinger ©

If you want to read the story of this photograph, here is a Blogfinger link:     link to Pierson’s Place

And here is Barry Manilow with his beautiful song about when October goes away.  (Lyrics by Johnny Mercer, melody by Barry Manilow)

 

Ocean Grove. October 18, 2014. By Rich Amole.

October 18, 2014. By Rich Amole, Blogfinger staff.

Hi Paul:

 

The two photo’s are from the OG beach Saturday.  Needless to say they were cool to look at with the surfers getting the most out of them.  At one point the Big Mohawk charter boat made a close pass and is seen through the white water in the photo.

With the surfers size and boards as reference probably placed the highest breakers at 9 feet.  Ralph has his backed turned to the waves but could easily here the pounding of the waves when they broke nearby.  Nice fall day on and off the beach in the Grove.

 

P.S.   Has anyone ever thought that those folks siting on the last set of benches at end of that pier are waiting for the next ride to start?

Walk by there and you see what I mean….

 

Rich

 

Editor’s Note:   Rich, it looks  like you’re having a little fun down at the OG beach. It beats Philadelphia—no ocean there.    Thanks for the action photo. Did you get any views of the fisherman leaning over the rails?    This song’s for you.  By TREVOR PEACOCK From the movie Quartet:

 

Ghosts Emerge #1

October, 2014.  By Paul Goldfinger ©

October, 2014. By Paul Goldfinger ©  Click to enlarge

MARIA TIPO    “Aria from Goldberg Variations BWV 988′

Hi Paul:

 

Greetings again from Manhattan. The surface of the ocean, as it changes from hour to hour through the day and night, through different seasons and all kinds of weather, can suggest an endless variety of images. Here is my poem, “Library,” from a new collection-in-progress, Circle of Time.

 

Best wishes,

Charles Pierre

October 16, 2014

 

By  Paul Goldfinger.  ©

Ocean Grove sunset.    By Paul Goldfinger. ©

 

 

LIBRARY

 

Waves of the outgoing tide glint with late afternoon light

as they roll across the ocean surface, opening like books

 

with rounded spines and soft covers spread wide to show

a white froth of pages, fanned front to back by the wind,

 

glittering drops and jets of rainbow spray flying

from the rows of thick volumes to fill an empty sky,

 

until the westward slanting sun turns their bright contents

to the pale gold of aging paper, then to dark blue at dusk,

 

when the spines, covers and pages of the dimmed books

slip to shapeless water and merge with currents of night.

 

 

STUART MATTHEWMAN  “Amapola”

 

Selling boxes of cranberries at the Chatsworth festival. We bought 7 1/2 pounds.  By Paul Goldfinger 2014. ©

Selling boxes of cranberries at the Chatsworth festival. We bought 7 1/2 pounds.  (one box as shown.)    By Paul Goldfinger 2014. ©

By Paul Goldfinger, Editor @Blogfinger

As always, huge crowds showed up early today to celebrate the 3rd largest cranberry harvest in America.  The bogs are practically down the block from this south Jersey country town where the festival is held each year.  Thousands of people were scarfing up foods made with the local berries including wine, muffins, breads, bagels, jellies, and jams. Country music was playing, and dogs and kids were all over the place.  Parking was available in front yards, clubhouse lawns, and townies’ driveways.  One guy was offering a free hot dog if you parked on his lawn.   We paid $5.00, but as you got closer, the price went up to $10.00.

Friendly locals selling "award winning" hot dogs. We took the photo and passed on the dogs.  Paul Goldfinger 2014 ©

Friendly locals selling “award winning” hot dogs. We took the photo and passed on the dogs. Paul Goldfinger 2014 ©

The most popular display was the big tent where free wine tastings were occurring. It seemed like every other display was for something to eat or drink, so everybody was munching on something.

We stopped for a bagel with a cream cheese schmeer and coffee by the Bagel Bums from Columbus, NJ.  What attracted us to their stand were their bright pink bagels  Oy vey!  Although they were made from cranberries and were quite photogenic, we opted for sesame, and actually, they were quite good, and we are fairly critical bagel mavens. And surprisingly, this crowd, which seemed like they just got off the boat from the heart of Appalachia, actually were going for the bagels.  Maryanne waited on us, and she gladly posed for a photo with her sous chef Ivan and one of their pink specialties. I promised to post her photo on Blogfinger, and she became the first person to get one of our new business cards.

Maryanne and Ivan, two Bagel Bums, with their totally unique pink bagel; definitely not from Minsk. Paul Goldfinger photo ©

Maryanne and Ivan, two Bagel Bums, with their totally unique pink bagel; definitely not from Minsk. Paul Goldfinger photo ©

We bought our annual 7 1/2 pound box of cranberries and had the farmers hold them for us till we were ready to leave. Then we trudged back to our car parked at the Pinewood  Antler Club where the members, evidently all men, were directing traffic.  No guns or deer in sight. Just a bunch of good old boys who couldn’t be more helpful and cheerful. They even complimented my car —the Blogmobile.

Here’s a link to my 2013 photo of the Pinewood Antlers Club.   BF link

And we’re sending this song out to Maryanne and Ivan. It’s some genuine bagel eating music from the KLEZMER CONSERVATORY BAND  who, I’m certain, have never performed in the Pine Barrens of New Jersey.  This song is called “Mazeltov Dances:”

 

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