Our garden delights me! We find ways to eat fresh veggies and herbs in every meal. I keep learning and I enjoy everything except the squirrels!
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Another Taste of Ngon in Saint Paul
Ngon Vietnamese Bistro – 799 University Avenue, Saint Paul, Minnesota Telephone: (651) 222-3301
Last night we made a great discovery, Ngon, one of our favorite restaurants currently offers a great special on Monday nights: Two Traditional Vietnamese Entrees, Pork or Vegetarian Vietnamese Spring rolls and a pitcher of beer for $30. It has only been a few weeks since I wrote about the lovely, secluded patio, and a few months since I first wrote about Ngon’s selection of local-only beers, and traditional and inventive Vietnamese cuisine with locally sourced, sustainable meat and produce. It seems a bit soon to write about it again, but the offerings at Ngon are unwaveringly well-prepared and delicious, so we keep going back. We started with crispy vegetarian spring rolls which immediately cut our hunger. Fortunately, after the indulgent, fried appetizer, our main dishes were lighter. I ordered Bún, a rice vermicelli salad with organic greens, cucumbers, bean sprouts with saucy, fried tofu, garnished with pickly carrot, herbs and peanuts— my new summer go-to dish at Ngon. Bjorn had a steamy, flavorful bowl of meatball Phở and piled on bean sprouts, slices of fresh jalapenos and basil leaves which are provided as garnish. We managed to polish off a pitcher of Northwest Passage IPA by Flat Earth Brewing Co, a super-hoppy IPA made with Canadian malts and four American hops. Flat Earth Brewing Company reports that “Northwest Passage goes well with Phở, Buffalo wings & bon fires.” Bjorn completely agreed, and I will enthusiastically add that Northwest Passage also pairs well with spring rolls and Bún. This meal was a great deal–had it not been for the Monday night special, we probably would have only ordered our entrees and a pint of beer, it was Monday, after all. But, then again, why shouldn’t dinner out on a Monday night be tasty and a little extra nice? We’re fortunate to have Ngon in our neighbourhood and to have discovered that they offer a deal that makes a special and relaxing meal possible on the unlikeliest of nights.
I’ll be back soon with a garden update!
The Summer Sandwich // Simple Dining, Al Fresco
This post is one part ode to one of my favor summer meals and one part cautionary tale. I figure that this blog is about my life, including some of the great meals in it, so I will start with a brief account the day when I spent inadvertently spent $17.72 on 0.57 lbs of cheese. [Oopsie.] 
It was a typical Saturday morning. We started our day at the Saint Paul Farmer’s Market. I determined my mission that day was to purchase the components of a summer sandwich for our lunch. At the time, our garden still had a few weeks to go before it would have much to offer us. I bought vegetables, bread, and then we left the market and looped our way up Grand Avenue to the Saint Paul Cheese Shop. That place is pretty neat. Sampling is encouraged, so we tasted several paper-thin wisps of cheese the cheesemonger shaved neatly off of several wheels of cheese and dropped into our extended hands from the forked tip of the blade of his cheese knife. I let my guard down. It is atypical for me to make a mindless splurge without glancing at the price per half pound. I was in a cheese-induced stupor when I asked for a small wedge of Marcel Petite Comte raw cow’s milk cheese from France, and a wedge of Terchelling Sheep’s milk cheese from Holland. I’m sure there are people who routinely spend far more than this on cheese in any given week. I’m not knocking it and I might do it again at some point. The difference will be that I do it intentionally. As a consolation, at least the cheese was very, very good.
Whew. Now that I’ve made that confession to my friends and readers, let’s make a sandwich! A Summer Sandwich is quite simply a sandwich with any combination of meat or vegetarian meat substitute, seasonal vegetables, cheese and sandwich spreads piled on top of nice bread. 
I sliced a grainy loaf of bread and served the bread and cheese with our own cheese knives on wooden cutting boards. We eat most of our meals al fresco on our patio. It has been 90+ degrees farenheit there lately, but it is still very pleasant in the shade of a Maple Tree canopy.
I filled a platter with sliced cucumber and tomato, garden lettuces, piles of deli turkey and tofurky, along with bowls of mayonnaise and grainy dijon mustard, and placed salt and pepper shakers on the table. The secret to the perfect summer sandwich is bringing out whatever looks good and fresh, and let each person assemble the sandwich they desire. 
If Freud were here, he’d say, “a sandwich is never just a sandwich.” It is the meal I ate on pebble beaches out of a cooler with my parents camping in Door County, Wisconsin in grade four. It is the BLT’s that beckoned numerous cousins, Uncles and Aunts to my Grandma’s farm house every July when the tomatoes were all ripe at once. It is the meal of lettuce, ham, turkey, tomato and cheese sandwiches on good sandwich bread that we shared with friends from Edmonton, Winnipeg, Saint Paul and Minneapolis on a lakeshore in Northern Minnesota after a long, hot day on the lake last year over the 4th of July long weekend. It is the halved baguettes piled with cheese, sliced tomato and a pile of pršut [for the meat eaters] that we ate on a secluded pebble beach a few months ago in Croatia. 
What is one to serve on the side? Well, nothing—any decent summer sandwich is in itself, a square meal. Or, if the mood strikes, some salty-crunchy potato chips, leftover potato salad out of the fridge, deviled eggs or summer fruit would all be the perfect compliment. On this particular day we rounded out our plates with bright, rainbow radishes that were too pretty to slice or even to remove the stem. Sure, they could have been thinly sliced and piled on the sandwich, but they were refreshing, spicy perfection and a visual treat perched on the side our plates. 
A Summer Sandwich is simple perfection. No matter what fresh fixings are available, where you are, or what time it is, a sandwich satisfies hunger. A sandwich feeds a crowd with varied tastes, comes together easily and is a perfect meal to eat outdoors on a hot July day. 
And the cheese?
We’re still working our way through it, and savoring every little morsel–we figure it cost us about 8 cents per crumb.
Remembrance and Red Currants
In my childhood, summers stretched long and leisurely. The two places you’d find me were at our cottage on the lake or my Grandma’s farm-house, a mile away from our cottage through the woods and across the field. My Grandma had a currant bush. Each July, one or more of us cousins, Uncles and Aunts were handed an aluminum bowl with a dented silver bottom, and a low wooden stool to sit on, and sent out to pick the currants. That task, and that shiny, dented bowl passed as a torch of honour among us. There always seemed to be enough currants for several of us to have our day to help pick the seemingly endless supply of brilliant, red berries, and later, be given more than our fair share of praise for the resulting pies. 
When I picked the currants in Grandma’s yard they reminded me of beads, dangling from intricate jewelry–abundant, glowing, red orbs, suspended from a wire-thin stem, and secured with a tiny knot. I ate many of the shining rubies right off of the bush. My Grandma lovingly folded those that made it into the house between crusts into a pie, baked in a much-used tin pie pan, and served it warm with a generous scoop of vanilla ice cream for dessert. 
The tart-sweetness of the berries under tender crust lingers in memory, inseparable from the warmth of summer days with Grandma. A few weeks ago at the Farmer’s Market I came upon an older Tasha Tudor-like lady who wore her long hair wrapped around her head in braid. She had 4 or 5 little berry boxes filled with Red Lake Currants sitting out at her stand. When I bought them, she told me that she likes to eat currants on yogurt for breakfast, or in salads. She also told me they’d be good for a few weeks. I felt a gentle touch of my Grandma’s spirit tasting those tart currants and talking to the sweet elderly lady. 
I couldn’t bring myself to add the currants to yogurt or salad. This early-July treasure must be made into a dessert. I couldn’t think of anything I could make that would do the currants justice–I am not much of a baker. I put the currants in a bowl and carried them with me up north to the lake last weekend. I left the bowl of currants with my mother. She knows the tart-sweetness of the pie in my memory and will adeptly fold them between crusts and savor the lingering warmth of July days past.
Thoughts on 32
My face doesn’t show up on this blog often because I’m usually the one taking the pictures. I just had a birthday so I thought I’d come out from behind the camera for a moment while I think about being 32. Having a birthday in early July means that when you turn the corner to calling yourself a new number, you are also turning the corner on half of the calendar year’s passing. I have always found this time of year to arrive with the same feelings as a year ends and a new one beginning–it makes me look forward and backwards at the same time.
31 was a great year. Many of the best moments were spent enjoying time with Bjorn, with family and with friends near and far. Some great additions to the last year of my life occurred by design. We got to travel to see new places and friends who we don’t see as often as we’d like–this was thrilling after several years without. I made more time for hobbies, a little reading, lots of cooking and more writing. Some of the best times were day-to-day moments at home, in our garden, or banging pots and pans in the kitchen making dinner. Trying new things like preparing a meal for a youth safe house in our neighbourhood, Bjorn brewing beer (more on that some other day) and striving for more simplicity have enriched our routine. Some memorable moments were the result of surprise–in one week going up on stage to “spin the wheel” to select the set list at a Yo La Tengo concert at the 400 Bar, and not long after, having my name pulled out of a hat and winning a Minnesota Vikings-sponsored trip to Cancun. I have a feeling that this year will bring unexpected high points–surprises borne seemingly from coincidence and others from the predictable–doing the things I love, being with the people I love. One realization I had recently after watching the Walkmen perform at First Avenue a few Saturdays ago was that seeing a great band perform is still worth staying up late for and even made me feel like I dialed back my age a few years. Another realization I had is that my ideal birthday is spent in the lake, floating, swimming and enjoying the day in the presence of family and good friends. I look forward to new discoveries, both small and great. I am grateful for 31 years rich in family, friends, fun and happiness. I am happy to welcome this new age. As Hamilton Leithauser of the Walkmen sang with determination and intensity a couple of weekends ago, ”I know that it’s true –it’s going to be a good year!!”
A Taste of Two Great Twin Cities Patios: El Norteño and Ngon
In the summer we spend almost all our downtime at home on our patio that Bjorn built the first spring we had our house. We eat here, entertain here, do our internetting, gaze at the garden, plan our trips, rehash the day, daydream, read and occasionally we even get up to pull some weeds. I am serious when I say that I could spend 10 hours a day here from the minute spring arrives until the fall chill takes hold. Some days, I do exactly that. Still there are days when nothing is better than to have someone else cook for us and to return to our haunts from the days of apartment living when patio-dining was our best excuse to spend time outdoors.
I rank Salut on Grand Avenue, the Happy Gnome, and W.A. Frost best patios in Saint Paul for great food and drink. Relaxing through a meal while tucked into a private corner of these outdoor rooms is a magical summer escape. Sweeneys and Billy’s on Grand have solid bar food and are happening and fun. Anyone who has ever set foot in Saint Paul, Minnesota at dinner time in the summer already knows about these fixtures. This means they’re always busy. Today, I’m going to share a taste of two patios that have a certain popularity, but are a little lesser known. As a regular at Ngon and El Norteño who likes to be able to march in and sit right down at an open table, I had to think twice before tipping my hand. In the interest of encouraging the success of restaurants I like, I’m going to give their patios a public shout-out. For an escape and a reliably tasty meal, the patios at Ngon and Norteño are hidden gems.
Ngon Vietnamese Bistro – 799 University Avenue, Saint Paul, Minnesota Telephone: (651) 222-3301
I’ve mentioned Ngon on my blog before. We keep returning to Ngon and enjoy the authentic and inventive Vietnamese cuisine. Their use of local and sustainable meat and produce, their stellar selection of exclusively local beers and their house-made charcuterie that Bjorn has enjoyed on earlier visits have proven to contribute to consistently tasty meals. We found that we equally enjoyed these aspects of the restaurant when we dined on the patio behind the restaurant, hidden from the world by high fences and shaded from the early evening sun by grapevine-wound pergola. We entered Ngon through the front door which was a bit of an experience in inaccessibility due to the construction of the light rail on University Avenue. We requested a spot outside and were directed out of the restaurant and back to the sidewalk through the side door and then into the private patio through a gate under a mosiac sign showing the restaurant’s name. The hostess informed us that we could not have soup on the patio–it is too hot for the servers to carry this out. When I heard this, I was a little disappointed. I have ordered Hủ Tiếu with egg noodles almost every time I eat at Ngon. I am in love with this steamy bowl of squiggly egg noodles and thinly sliced carrot and daikon, halved brussel sprouts, grape tomatoes, whole green beans and bok choy, all still-crunchy, swimming in a light, tasty, clear vegetable broth. With a little encouragement by my wise husband, I got past my Who Moved my Cheese? moment and realized that change is good, and its high time I venture out into the rest of the menu because it was way too nice to eat indoors. Now that I’m thinking about it, maybe eating a huge bowl of hot soup on a 90 degree evening wouldn’t be be too many people’s idea of a good time!?
We arrived hungry so we started our meal with crispy Vietnamese egg rolls, a crunchy, freshly-fried indulgence filled with vegetables and mushroom served with a little pickly shredded carrot and daikon.
I settled on Bún, a rice vermicelli salad with organic greens, cucumbers, bean sprouts with a generous amount of saucy fried tofu, garnished with more pickly shredded daikon and carrot, herbs and peanuts. It was refreshing, tasty and totally solid, but won’t oust Hủ Tiếu from its position as my Ngon favorite. Bjorn ordered braised pork shoulder with basil pasta which he thought was very good. I didn’t manage to get a photo.
El Norteño – 4000 East Lake Street, Minneapolis, Minnesota Telephone: (612) 722-6888
The patio at El Norteño is similar to all the others I’ve mentioned in that it is secluded. This particular patio wins hands-down for its foliage and flora, which is well-tended– obviously by a green thumb. There are potted plants bursting with herbs and flowers and thriving perennials layered several feet deep around inside the entire enclosure which creates a wonderfully lush atmosphere for a relaxing meal. There is plenty of room on the patio. The food is straight-forward, authentic Mexican fare. Tacos, burritos, enchiladas, flautas, tostadas and fajitas with chicken, pork, beef or veggies, served with beans, rice, fresh vegetables and traditional sauces. It is simple. Norteño isn’t going to win awards for culinary ingenuity, but the food hits the spot. The servers who also seem to cook, are few in number, so they aren’t going to win praise for attentiveness and speed, but when you are sitting outside on a gorgeous night, sipping a Dos Equis Amber, eating chips and fresh salsa while waiting for your food to arrive, who is in a hurry, exactly? El Norteño is licensed for beer and wine only, so wine margaritas are on the menu, but none with tequila. The only other limitation we’ve faced is our ability to gauge whether El Norteño will be open during dinner hours. With no website to check, we figure it out by taking a quick drive to Longfellow, and end up at the Birchwood, which is nearby when we’ve guessed wrong, which seems to be about half of our attempts. Though simple, their food tastes fresh and has good flavor. This is where I go for Mexican comforts- the lightness of lettuce and tomatoes, rich guacamole, warm fresh tortillas, the energy-giving amino acid balance of rice and beans, and seasoned meats for Bjorn. 
If you’re stuck in the Cities for the 4th of July and need a break from air conditioning, a tasty meal on a patio a little ways off the beaten track is the place to find yourself for lunch or dinner.