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I had intended to make something from the American Woman’s Cook Book today as promised, a project just waiting for a mellow weekend like this. Alas, I didn’t get around to the chicken pot pie or beef brisket or chess pie just yet. In part I was too busy studying Japanese, getting ready for my new class on Tuesday. Watashi wa Nihon-go benkyoshimashita.

I was in the mood for a roast loin of pork and braised red cabbage, it seemed just the thing to eat on a lazy(ish) Sunday with a chill in the air. If I check I’d probably find such a recipe in my grandma’s old cookbook but I was dashing off to the co-op and in the mood for a little improvising. I remembered last year, around this time, eating such a dish at Dressler, in Williamsburg, and feeling so satisfied. The combination of tender pork with a crispy crust, grainy brown mustard, and acidic-sweet cabbage all in one bite, eaten at Dressler’s lovely, long bar  (one of the best spots to eat at in the city, with or without a dining companion), seemed too good to replicate.

I was lucky to snatch up the last Aberdeen Hill Farm pork tenderloin at the co-op (not a minute later I heard someone page, “Is there anymore pork tenderloin? Pork tenderloin, any more please?”). My plan B, if they didn’t have any, was to try Marlow & Daughters but that would’ve run me a pretty penny. Although, for good quality pork loin, it’s money well spent. I also picked up some Tom Cat Bakery cheddar brioche rolls and served them on small individual plates, just like they do at Dressler, with perfectly softened butter. The loin came out juicy with a crispy exterior, just the way I like it.

Roasted Pork Loin with Braised Red Cabbage

For the Pork:
1 2-lb boneless pork loin
5 garlic cloves, peeled and sliced
1 tbsp fennel seeds
salt and pepper
5-6 branches of sage

For the cabbage:
2-3 tbsp butter
optional: 1 sausage (plain, fennel, or even chorizo is fine), chopped
1 red onion, sliced thin
2 lb red cabbage, sliced
2 tart apples, like Granny Smith, peeled and sliced thin
1 c chicken stock
1/4 c apple cider vinegar
1/2 c orange juice or apple cider
5 or 6 juniper berries
2 cloves
1 bay leaf
1 cinnamon stick
salt and pepper

The day before cooking, if possible, you want to season the meat. First trim off all excess fat from the loin. Slice little gashes into the meat and stick the slivers of garlic inside. Crush the fennel seeds with the side of your knife, or with a mortar and pestle, and rub all over the loin. Cover the meat with a very generous coating of salt, and freshly ground black pepper. Gently push the sage leaves into the meat and tie up with twine, spaced a couple inches apart. Refrigerate overnight. If it’s the day of, that’s fine too, proceed anyway with these steps.

Bring the pork loin to room temperature (about one hour) before cooking. Preheat your oven to 425F. Place the pork loin on a rack over a baking dish, place in the center of the oven, and cook, uncovered until a thermometer reads 130F at the thickest part of the loin. This will take about 40 minutes. Remove from the oven and let the meat rest for 15 minutes, loosely covered with foil.

While the loin is roasting, prepare your braised cabbage. Melt the butter in a dutch oven or stock pot, then add the onions, cooking until softened, about 5 minutes, then add the sausage, cooking on medium heat for a few minutes. Add the cabbage and apples to the pot, stir, and let cook down for 8-10 minutes. Then add the chicken stock, apple cider vinegar, and juice/cider. Turn the heat to high.

Place the juniper berries, cloves, bay leaf, and cinnamon stick in some cheesecloth, and tie up. Toss into the cabbage pot, along with salt and pepper, to taste. Once the liquid is boiling turning the heat down to low, cover, and let cook for 20-25 more minutes.

Slice the loin against the grain and serve with dollops of the brown mustard and of course, the braised cabbage.

Tennis. Berries. Oysters. Fried Clams. Grilled Clams. Bluefish. Hazelnut Gelato. Beach. Some of my favorite summer indulgences all in a couple of days.

Those berries came from down the road, a little place called Oysterponds Farm, off Route 25. It’s a 5-minute walk from the house where we’re staying and we stopped by yesterday for an assortment of berries for dessert. (We ate them drizzled with honey and served with fresh whipped cream, which had just a hint of vanilla and maple syrup).

The morning started off gray and drizzly and threatened thunderstorms that never came. In fact, by 3 pm the sun was out in full force, melting ice cream and tanning noses across the shore. At 5 pm we took a stroll along the Long Island Sound here in Orient, counting jellyfish, skipping stones, and collecting green sea glass.

Tonight’s dessert is a homemade “bark” — melted chocolate (60% cocoa) with crushed almonds, cayenne, and Maldon salt. It’s chilling in the freezer so I don’t know what it tastes like yet.

And for dinner? Well it was an embarrassment of riches. There were homemade Mexican sopes (a type of thick corn tortilla topped with meat, fish or vegetables), bluefish tacos, guacamole, grilled shrimp, grilled clams, and raw oysters on the half shell.

We can justify it this way: it’s our last night on the North Fork, it’s the end of summer, we’re in a magical seafood mecca…but who needs justification to eat really well with friends?

I spent my last morning in Vermont at North Branch Farm in Ripton, up the mountain from Middlebury and a few miles from Robert Frost’s log cabin. Frost moved to Vermont in 1920 to “seek a better place to farm and especially grow apples,” and stayed for the next forty years.

I’m not sure what else Frost grew besides apples. Kale? Chamomile? Elderberries? Garlic scapes? That’s some of what my friend Kate is growing at North Branch, in addition to raising pigs, chickens, ducks, and sheep. Kate and her partner Sebastian have been in business for around five years, selling their meat and sometimes produce at the local farmers’ markets as well as through online orders and local businesses.

Before leaving to head back to Brooklyn today, I made a date to have breakfast on the farm with Kate, Arianna, and her two-month-old son Rafa. Kate served us her own eggs and bacon and I brought a yummy olive and rosemary bread from Otter Creek Bakery, a Middlebury institution since 1986. (It was difficult passing up the orange almond croissants, blueberry scones, and olive pretzel twists, some of my favorites from my Middlebury days.)

After breaky we were given a tour of the farm, starting with veggies, then Pekin ducks, Cornish Cross hens, pigs, ducklings, chicks, and what Kate calls her “mowers”: two sheep, new members of the North Branch Farm who are definitely earning their keep in Ripton.