Sunday was our second Breakfast Club get together, and what a morning! It was warm, slightly breezy, bright and sunny. The “club” meeting was held at Sue & Ashley’s home. They have a stunning traditional home with a brick façade and two rocking chairs on a generous porch. Their kitchen is the size of a small home with a custom wood island imported from Denmark. They have at least 3 refrigerators in there, but I can’t find them because they’re hidden by the ample white cabinetry. Who knows how many ovens they have… it must be several… (#Jealous) On this day those ovens were busy making Julia Child’s clafoutis with ripe spring berries from Ashley’s well-loved book filled with all kinds of sticky notes and tabs.
As Ashley wrapped up her clafoutis, we took a tour of Sue’s generous garden, and enjoyed the sunny morning. Squash, parsnips, celery, herbs, cabbage, cauliflower, beans, peas, and so much more. My contributions included an egg soufflé with swiss chard and zucchini she had picked and brought to the garden exchange just last week, so it made sense to pay a visit to the source. My other contribution was also locally sourced. I was feeling adventurous, so I decided this would be the perfect time to test out a new recipe with the most unusual offering from last week’s garden exchange… grape leaves. Little did we know we had so many vineyards and vintners in this neighborhood.
How to be Neighborly: Eat locally.
What does one make with grape leaves? Dolmas. Dolmas. And more Dolmas. Seriously, Google it. That’s all there is. OK, there is a tart looking thing, but Dolmas are the most popular, so that’s what I went with. I had no idea how many steps were involved. That said, I found the simplest recipe I could, and went with it. They turned out great. Even better, all the ingredients were grown (except the rice) within one block of my house. Now, that’s eating local.
Neighborly Dolmas
- 25 fresh grape leaves, stems removed
- 1/4 cup olive oil
- 1 medium onion, chopped
- 3 large garlic cloves, minced
- 1 tsp salt
- 1/4 tsp pepper
- 1 ½ c wild rice
- 2 tsp ground cumin
- 4 c chicken broth
- 1/2 c minced fresh mint
- 2 tbsp minced fresh dill
- 1 tbsp minced fresh oregano
- 2 tbsp minced fresh chives
Put 2 tbsp oil in a pot with onions, garlic, salt and pepper and cook on medium-low heat until the onions are tender, but not brown. Add rice and cumin and cook for about 1 minute. Add 3 cups of broth, bring to a simmer then cover. Simmer on low for about 20 minutes until rice is cooked. Once the rice is cooked, remove from the heat and mix in mint, dill, oregano and chives.
To assemble the dolmas, begin by lining a large pan with about 3 grape leaves to prevent the dolmas from sticking. Next, roll the dolmas by laying the leaves vein side up, filling with 1 heaping tablespoon of rice, and rolling like a mini burrito, pulling the sides inward to keep the rice contained. Place in rows in the pan. To cook the dolmas, pour the remaining 1 cup broth over the dolmas along with 2 tablespoons oil, cover and cook on low heat for about 20 minutes until the broth is absorbed. Remove cover and let cool for about 1 hour.
Thanks to Toni for the grape leaves and Julie for the herbs!
Neighborly Garden Egg Soufflé
This is a play on my Mom’s famous “Teacher Appreciation Eggs.” This is perfect for any brunch and serves TONS. I’ll give you the base, you add your favorite mix ins. This day, it was zucchini and chard from Sue’s gardens. Next time, it will be whatever is in season. Be creative. Stay fresh.
Soufflé Base
In a VERY LARGE bowl, combine:
- 12 eggs, beaten
- 1 quart cottage cheese
- 1 lb shredded cheese (Monterrey jack or cheddar work well)
- 4 oz can mild diced green chiles, drained
- 1 tbsp cilantro
- 1 stick butter, melted
- 1 c milk
- 1 c bisquick
- 2-3 drops of tobacco
Mix Ins (take your pick, or mix & mingle)
- 1 zucchini & 2 c chard, chopped
- 1 c ham & 2 c mushrooms, chopped
- 1 c cooked pork sausage
- Choose your own adventure
Put the mixture in a greased 9 x 13 inch pan. Bake at 350 degrees for 45 minutes. The top should be brown and crusty.


practicing for 15 years. He believed in me and my creativity. He gave me the chance to be a leader. He even introduced me to this neighborhood. I was a docent at his home for the annual home tour in this very same neighborhood I would move to 20 years later. I can see his balcony from my living room window. This was the restaurant where I shared my first martini with him. And there he was on the altar, next to the owners’ other family and friends. Next to his photo was a martini. His Martini.

2 c water, cold




Cooking from the Hip Empanadas
Remove the sausage from the casing, and cook in a frying pan on medium high heat for about 3 minutes. Add the onion, and cook until the onion is translucent but not brown. About 3 minutes. Add the mushrooms and cook about 2 minutes until they start to show a little color. Add the tomatoes, oregano, clove, salt, pepper cumin, and paprika and sauté for about 2 minutes. Deglaze the pan with the wine, and immediately remove from the heat. Stir until the wine is soaked into the meat.



Encouraged by my neighbors at “
As I’ve previously mentioned, we have a giant pine tree in our front yard which is much older than our home. We also have several mature trees in our backyard, which provide much needed shade during our very hot summers, but were very overgrown when we moved in. We also had one dead oak tree, which we thought “added character” to the backyard, but for which our neighbors teased us. One day, I heard a tremendous POP, then CRACK, in the front yard, almost as loud as a gunshot. A little shaken, I went to the front door, opened it, and found a giant limb of that beautiful tree had fallen onto the yard. I glanced to the right, and saw a neighbor running toward my house screaming “are you ok?” She was shaken too. I’d never met her before, and to this day haven’t seen her again, but she was clearly very concerned about me at the time. I told her I was fine and went back to pondering how I was going to fix this.
Dave, who is married to Minion the French singer two doors up, came out about 5 minutes later to check in with me. “You know, these trees are very brittle. You have to keep them trimmed, or else…” and he glanced at the fallen limb as if to say… “You aren’t taking very good care of your trees.” So embarrassing. But I really wasn’t. Then he handled me the card to his arborist (a.k.a. the “Tree Guy”).

Brunch was on the menu for the Supper Club, and it featured a beet salad, green or red chilaquiles, and a creamy Mexican version of a tiramisu.
I was curious about the maintenance, clean up, and egg production. I think it’d be fun to have chickens assuming the caretaker (Alex, remember?) would be into that kind of thing. He seemed interested, too. Given we were hosting a garden exchange at our house the next week, I asked if they might bring some eggs (oh, yes, and if they EVER had any extra, I mentioned I’d be happy to take them off their hands). Not more than 30 minutes after we got home, our door bell rang and it was Helen and KC with a dozen eggs of our own. Green, tan, brown. Just beautiful.

I made this for the mixer/impromptu wine tasting with some apples our neighbors Bev & Erwin had left for us on our front porch. Think of it like a sweet and savory pizza. Yummy!