February in Southwest Ohio is not exactly a winter wonderland. November through March is typified by permanent gray skies, short days,
and due to our world’s tendency toward warming temperatures (let’s not get into
a political-eco discussion here…my muddy lawn says it is happening), an
overabundance of rain instead of snow. These are not typically the ideal
conditions for a weekend getaway to the country, but some time away was in
order.
After two years since we were originally given a gift
certificate to the Murphin Ridge Inn in south-central Ohio, we finally got around to scheduling
the trip. This may tell you something about our life or our ability to practice
advanced planning. Well, last weekend it was on, and two years were far too
long to wait to visit this quiet getaway. Luckily for us, the last Saturday of
the month they feature a special chef’s dinner where Chef Jackson gets to cut
loose a little.
Set in the Amish region of Adams County, the Murphin Ridge is made up of a main house, ten cabins, and the dining house
where dinner is served seven nights a week. We reserved a cabin, and were not disappointed.
Beautifully crafted by Amish artisans, the light wood cabins feature no
televisions, soaking tubs and lots of cause to relax.
Saturday morning we had the chance to explore the Amish
markets of the region. The bounty of craft products, bulk foods, baked goods,
pickled everything, and jams and preserves was truly impressive. These markets
are completely “off the grid”, producing all of their own electricity. A chat
with a proprietor resulted in a trip to the kitchen (a common result when you mention
you work for Hobart). He wanted to show off his vintage dough mixers that had been retrofitted to
operate off hydraulics and powered by a diesel generator, as opposed to the
standard electric motor (you can see it in the pictures). Very ingenious and
industrious.
Dinner on Saturday night was excellent. The food at the Inn is not trendy or gimmicky. However, it is based on
top-quality seasonal ingredients perfectly and simply prepared. The first
course of oxtail soup shined with a richness that was cut by the ideal amount
of red wine reduced in the broth. The entrée of confit of duck was presented
with crackling-crisp skin and tender meat. The accompanying cider-braised brussel
sprouts had a balance of sweetness that had me thinking about how I could make
them at home. The truffled potatoes that accompanied Stephanie’s lamb racks
were luscious and tasted of fresh butter. Desserts of poached pear with
pistachio sabayon and a textbook chocolate soufflé with a coffee sauce drizzle
were ideal conclusions to a fine meal.
We are looking forward to returning. I want to see the
fields green with corn and soybean. I want to sit outside by the fire pit. I
want to take a drier hike in the woods. I want to have that oxtail soup again.
Eric
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Eric,
These photos/pages are exceptional...great work!
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Posted by: Rich | February 09, 2007 at 06:05 AM