Last weekend the Hubby and I took an impromptu (as in, picked the city/booked the B&B 10 hours before heading out) trip to South Haven, Michigan. It was quaint, it was quiet, and it was beautiful. The perfect mini fall getaway.
On Saturday night, after a 20-mile bike ride that afternoon (seriously, I could barely sit for days), we ended up at Salt of the Earth, a few towns north of South Haven in Fennville. Salt of the Earth calls itself an “authentic Midwestern rustic food experience,” and while I’m not quite sure what constitutes “authentic Midwestern” (despite being born and raised here), if it means the type of food at Salt of the Earth, I’m in: everything made from scratch with dishes based on seasonal ingredients sourced from farms within a 50-mile radius.
We began with the parsnip puree, perhaps my favorite dish of the night – which is saying a lot. Made with honey, pear, and sage, the puree was euphoria in a bowl. Don’t be surprised if you see me post a recipe for parsnip puree on the blog soon. Along with the puree, we
nibbled on inhaled the sote seedy, one of several breads Salt of the Earth bakes fresh each day.
Next we shared the aged cheddar pieorgies. My husband loves pierogies (maybe because his family, at some point, came from Poland?), but they’ve never really done it for me. Well, these changed my mind. Holy hell were they amazing. The hearty homemade dumpling and savory cheddar, buttered cabbage, and scallion filling made such an impression that I even later bought frozen pieorgies at the supermarket (which I fully expect to pale pitifully in comparison).
For dinner we split the juicy grilled hanger steak, very good yet perhaps not at quite the same level as the parsnip puree and pierogies. Finally, for dessert we tried the wood fired toasted s’more. The thing was huge. So big, in fact, that even us Tour de France want-to-be’s finally had to stop.
Still, we enjoyed Salt of the Earth’s take on the classic, with homemade marshmallow, graham cracker crumb, milk chocolate pudding, and salted caramel. My only quibble was that I would have enjoyed more of a chocolate component. Something to remind me of the hunk of Hershey’s chocolate bars in the original. But then again, we all know I have a chocolate problem.
Try Salt of the Earth at 114 E. Main Street, Fennville, Michigan 49408.