We picked up a friend's CSA box the other day, and all of a sudden I was faced with fresh local produce that I didn't want to go to waste. I made a shaved asparagus salad with fresh greens and a fried egg for dinner, brewed a batch of mint tea, and I made a strawberry and rhubarb compote. It was my first compote, which to me that word is so loaded. compote. Seems like something really fancy, but maybe also gross? It's not an appetizing word.
I used this recipe, and made a batch, put it in one of my beautiful weck jars, and was pretty proud that I made a compote. Really, it's just a fresh jam that isn't cooked until gelled. Delicious, delicous jam that for some reason doesn't make you feel as guilty when you eat it straight out of the jar with a spoon.
Tyler was a bit scared of the "compote" until he tasted it and realized it was the jam. Right now I'm eating it with plain yogurt, or spread on an english muffin.
It may have been my first, but it won't be my last.