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Inside, out: A Belmont home boasts two kinds of kitchens

Bill and Jessica Norton’s Belmont home boasts two kitchens. The first, at the rear informal entrance to their home, is a warm, welcoming space with built-in seating, a vintage porcelain sink picked up on their honeymoon, concrete and copper countertops, chicken-themed everything (upholstery, paintings, dishes, and assorted tchotchkes) and a custom made second sink by a local artist in the center work island. The second is the outdoor space where Bill’s lineup of charcoal grills is arrayed around a reclaimed brick patio. Norton’s outdoor kitchen boasts a Char-Grill, a Big Green Egg, a standard Weber kettle, and a Brinkman Professional, a grill with two adjustable-height charcoal pits that raise and lower.

Photo: John Robinson
Photo: John Robinson

“I know when he steps out here, I only need to worry about sides,” Jessica said. As a few racks of ribs finish up outside on the Green Egg under Bill’s supervision, Jessica is inside throwing together a salad of roasted beets, goat cheese, dried cranberries, and butter lettuce with a light vinaigrette. “We don’t eat this way every night,” she explained while tossing the salad, adding that weeknight dinners tend to fall to whomever has had the least busy day.

Photo: John Robinson
Photo: John Robinson

The Nortons’ home has as many, if not more, comfortable hang out spaces to entertain guests as it does spaces to feed them. Just behind the outdoor kitchen is a large patio space, with abundant seating around an urban bonfire. Landscaping helps tuck the property away from the adjacent busy Charlottesville street. A cozy porch, complete with ceiling fan and curtains that can be pulled closed for privacy, links the exterior and interior spaces. Inside, the kitchen is painted in rich jewel tones of red, with deep yellow accents. With 11-plus years of renovation under their belts, the kitchens, like the rest of the house and gardens, are equal parts salvaged from Bill’s construction projects (he owns Rockpile Construction), collected from travel, and thoughtfully selected to suit the couple’s style.

It’s the sort of home that one feels instantly comfortable in, in no small part due to the hosts, whose laid back demeanor with each other and their guests immediately puts everyone at ease. Sitting with a glass of wine on their back porch, the conversation drifts from preferred barbeque sauces to how to best control weeds in the vegetable garden to their timeline of acquiring real chickens in the yard to match the chicken assemblage in the kitchen. Nibbling on Bill’s expertly smoked ribs and Jessica’s colorful salad, the afternoon passes by all too quickly. With good food, good company, and comfortable surroundings, the Nortons’ kitchen setup proves that sometimes two is definitely better than one.

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Full bloom: A Madison tulip farm extends its reach

The story of how Keriann Koeman came to have upwards of 50,000 tulips planted on her property starts with love, but not necessarily a love of tulips. Koeman, a self described “green girl,” met Jeroen Koeman, who hailed from a Dutch family of tulip growers. They fell in love, got married, and started the first certified organic flower bulb company in the U.S. When left with 70,000 extra bulbs one year, the couple decided to plant them in their yard in Madison and thus the first Eco-Tulip Festival was born.

Keriann Koeman’s tulip farm boasts more than 50,000 blooms, from the Rococo and Orange Van Elk to the Black Jack. Photo: Lucy Taylor
Keriann Koeman’s tulip farm boasts more than 50,000 blooms, from the Rococo and Orange Van Elk to the Black Jack. Photo: Lucy Taylor

Four years later, the couple has moved the location of the festival from their own property to that of an artist and festival vendor, MAD Arts owner Janine Jensen. The new location offers more space for activities and workshops as well as enough land for the fields to receive their required rotation. Tulips can leave botrytis, a fungus which can be fatal to the spring flower. Allowing the ground to rest five to six years between plantings is recommended to keep the disease at bay, said Koeman.

Photo: Lucy Taylor
Photo: Lucy Taylor

“Flowers bring joy,” said Koeman, who looks at the festival as a platform for people to learn about pollinators, a favorite topic of hers. All EcoTulips bulbs are grown without chemicals, which in turn creates a pesticide-free source of pollen, making for happy and healthy pollinators. In addition to carrying tulip bulbs, EcoTulips carries dahlias, daffodils, iris, hyacinths, crocus, and fritillaria.

Photo: Lucy Taylor
Photo: Lucy Taylor

Meanwhile, visitors to the field of tulips increase every year. This year’s festival featured two gardens of tulips—a show garden, with a centerpiece of the flower planted in the shape of three tulips, surrounded by thousands of flowers, and a picking garden, a breathtaking assortment of tulips available for $1 a stem.

Photo: Lucy TaylorThe range of colors and petal styles among the tulips is remarkable. In addition to the standard red and yellow blooms you remember from your grandmother’s garden, Koeman’s range from the showy Rococo, with its ruffly, scalloped petals, to the Orange Van Elk with deep shades of orange and red seamlessly merging in its petals, to the Black Jack, so purple it’s almost black. Many of Koeman’s tulips petals change in color as the bloom matures, adding a progressive element to their beauty.

With plans to expand the blooming field through the season with zinnias, sunflowers, and raspberries, Koeman is going to have plenty of joy to share in the coming months, well beyond the blooming season of her tulips.

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Beets me! Or, how I’ve come to terms with the divisive root vegetable

I want to like beets, I really do. Every fall and spring I seem to read glowing reviews of that gloriously underrated root vegetable in every publication that crosses my path. I read them and think to myself, oh, that looks good, I should do that. I even save the publications, open to the beet pages, in hopes that this time, I will make beets and we will like them. I consider planting them in my garden based on this propaganda.

I have fond memories of a beet, goat cheese, arugula salad that a chef friend made once with a glut of beets we had acquired from our CSA box. I’ve had variations of this salad at various dinner parties and with that food memory in mind, I purchased a bunch of beets at the City Market Saturday morning, determined to realize our love of beets.

I roasted the beets and followed the instructions my chef friend emailed me to the T as to preparing the beets for the salad I could taste in my food memory. The first batch of nuts roasting for the salad burned when my better half came in demanding we go for a family walk to soak in the beauty of the fall sunset on the neighborhood trees immediately and how could I resist? I should have seen that as a bell warning. I also didn’t waver when I reached in the cheese drawer while the second batch of nuts were roasting and realized the goat cheese I’d gotten on special at Whole Foods for the salad was in fact, a goat’s milk BRIE and not the straight up goat cheese one’s taste buds typically associate with the words ‘goat cheese’. I persevered anyway.

I served the salad of mixed local baby greens, tossed with the cubed goat brie, toasted pecans and balsamic vinegar/olive oil dressing as a side to the chicken pot pie I had whipped up from scratch. O.K., I skipped the steps on the recipe that called for butchering my own chicken, instead, pulling out some leftover BBQ chicken from a Labor Day party out of the freezer, pulling the meat off the bones and using those bones to make the broth. But the crust was absolutely from scratch and involved lard a friend made and shared with me.

They nibbled at it politely. While I was complimented on the meal, no one broke out in song for their love of beets. Halfway through my salad, I broke down.

“You know, I’m just not sure I like these.”

The dam had broken. We all came clean.

“They just taste like dirt.”

“I know, right?”

My family considers itself an adventurous foodie family. We will try anything you set in front of us. We will seek out adventures in food. We snub nothing. We’ve had bear and antelope for goodness sakes. But beets? We want to like them, we really do. The hard, cold reality is, we just don’t. The truth is, beets are why we gave up a CSA. They just showed up in the box way too frequently for us to come to terms with the fact that we don’t like them. It’s far easier to drag ourselves to the market downtown every Saturday morning than it is to subscribe to a CSA and find something to do with the beets that seemed to inhabit it so many weeks.

But that’s an entirely different tale.

Becky Calvert lives in Charlottesville with her husband and their daughter. You can follow their adventures on her blog, chickenwireandpaperflowers.blogspot.com.