Tag: Blossom Hill Farm
Right off the bat I’d like to state that this post is not designed to be controversial. Given the ruffled feathers of the last egg article posted on Buffalo Rising, I feel compelled to state my intentions up front.
Blossom Hill Farm, known mostly for its pork, also raises other animals naturally and humanely. They breed lowline angus beef, lamb and chicken. And with chickens, come eggs (pauses, looks around tentatively). Last year’s Adopt-A-Chicken program was so successful they sold out. This year, young Madelyn Rose, the Drajem family's eldest, will be heading the program; which is far more responsibility than the chore of dusting I was assigned to at age 7.
The Adopt-A-Chicken program is essentially a subscription. You pay up front and in return get a dozen natural brown eggs from a local farm and an adoption certificate. You even get to name you…
If you have ever tasted a Concord grape pie, you can attest to the fact that the flavor lives on in your memory, long after you have wiped the last crumb from your lips.
My first memory of pie made with grapes dates back more than 20 years, while I was on a wine tour in the New York State Finger Lakes region. As I was driving through the country side, I was surprised to see that the roads were dotted with various sizes of roadside stands, orchards, vineyards and farmers, each displaying their prized offerings. One of the stands I passed posted a sign that read, “Homemade Concord Grape Pies”. I thought, “Grape pie, what would that taste like?” So I turned around and drove back to the stand and bought a pie. Needless to say I have been hooked ever since.
The recipe for a grape pie requires patience. You must process the grapes to insure a seedless and skinless filling, a…
saturday march 8th 2008
Good Eggs
Last Sunday, as I was about to make away with my purchases from the Wintermarket, I noticed dozens of fresh eggs stacked up on the table belonging to the fantastic Blossom Hill Farm. Blossom Hill is best known to most of us for its phenomenal pork, but not being in the market for meat that day I had swept past their table without looking carefully. I cannot believe that I almost missed out on a gorgeous dozen of their marvelous eggs.
Lovely ovals peeked out of the carton at me, in designer shades of speckled blue and soft brown. What a treat! We city folk really don't know what we're missing when it comes to fresh chicken eggs produced with love and care. We've grown accustomed to the rubbery, dull replicas pawned off as the real deal by our local supermarkets.





