Turkey Tracks: Black Trumpet Video

Turkey Tracks:  August 23, 2013

Black Trumpet Video

Well, I don’t quite know what I did to make the video work.

I’ve been doing what I think of as a “computer dance”–reading instructions from WordPress, trying to find out how to clean out the browser stash, the cookie stash, etc.  And to figure out whether or not to use Google Chrome as the default setting…

Whatever I did, the video now loaded.  Yeah!

What you see at first in the video is Rosie Chickie.  She’s the remaining survivor of the fox attack of this spring, and she follows me everywhere in the yard.

Turkey Tracks: Camp Lovey

Turkey Tracks:  August 22, 2013

Camp Lovey

I had my two grandsons, 8 1/2 and almost 10, here in Maine for two weeks on my own.

It was glorious.

They did the Camden Yacht Club sailing camp in the mornings–even swimming in the cold harbor water every day.

And Camp Lovey the rest of the time.

Mike and Tami brought the girls up at the end of the two weeks for a week–which went by really fast.

Mike brought the boys up, and I picked them up in Portland.  We went to Acadia the next day, I think, and all were enchanted with the views from the top of Cadillac Mountain.

Acadia View Cadillac Mountain

The boys loved exploring all the rocks and the nooks and crannies that the ledges offered:

Bo and Kelly, Acadia 2013

Afterwards, we stopped at the Co-op in Belfast for food and at Baywrap for ice cream:

Bo and Kels, ice cream, 2013 2

John and I had planned to get kayaks for the children last summer.  He even ventured out to price them.  So this summer, I undertook that task with the help of the boys.  Together we could load the kayaks on the car.  I got cold feet about sending them out alone on the river, where I knew they would quickly be off and running and a long way away from me, so we got Maine Sports (very kindly) to help install a “J” bar so we could carry my big kayak as well.

Unfortunately, our weather was cool enough that we only got to use the kayaks one time–and even them we got caught in the rain.  It was still a good day.

Kayaks 2013

The boys loved poking around the tidal pools that line our shores.  And, looking for “sea glass”–which is now mostly just plain glass shards–is another favorite pastime.   These pictures were taken at Rockland Harbor.

Rockland Harbor 5

Boys, Rockland 2

Crabs, Rockalnd 3

Crab, Rockland

Crab, Rockalnd 5

Here’s what a shallow tidal pool looks like:

Rockland Beach 3

And much time was spent skipping “good” rocks, such as this one:

Skipping stone 3

We took the girls back, and they, too, enjoyed their time on this beach.  In fact, all four children went swimming in the cold water and in all their clothes!!!   They won’t forget that dip any time soon.

The boys went to the state quilting show–Pine Tree Quilt Guild–with me on a Saturday.  I posted that earlier, but here, again, is their favorite quilt:

Boys favorite quilt, 2013

We all went to Moose Crossing State Park one day–a beautiful place just north of Belfast:

Moosewood park 2013

Moose Crossing beach has some rather big rocks.  Bo spent some time rearranging them.

Bo, Moosewood 2013

And Talula and Kelly spent a lot of time wading through the tidal pools.  I had gotten lazy with the camera at this point, so don’t have this picture of them anywhere but in my mind.  But here’s one of Talula:

Talula, Aug. 2013

I always do a lot of cooking with the children–and this year was no exception.  Here are Maryann and Mina making our dinner salad:

Mary and Mina

Fortunately for me and for the chickens, the children love to collect the Japanese Beetles from the raspberries and beans and feed them to the chickens.  This year they became fascinated with dragonflies.  Here’s a BIG one on Bo’s hand:

Bo and dragonfly, Aug 2013

We went to Monhegan Island for two days and a night–staying at the Monhegan House Inn.  Here are Bo and Mina in Port Clyde waiting to board the boat to go out to the island:

Port Clyde 5

Here is Mina, swinging on a downhill swing on the island:

Mina, Aug. 2013

Here are my four kiddos, waiting to board the boat home from Monhegan:

Lovey and kiddos, Aug. 2013

On the way home, the boat captain took us by an island filled with sunning seals:

seals, Aug. 2013

We were all enchanted.

This trip was the end of Camp Lovey, as everyone departed for the long drive home to South Carolina a day or so later–especially as we got even MORE rain.

Turkey Tracks: Dehydrator Days

Turkey Tracks:  August 22, 2013

Dehydrator Days

 

The hum of the food dehydrator is a constant sound in my kitchen these days.

The earth and the vegetable gardens are pouring forth the most amazing bounty.

I dried the mushrooms shown in an earlier post.  They filled all the trays of the dehydrator.

Dehydrator 1

But I also am drying cherry tomatoes to use in salads all year around.  These little nuggets are as sweet as candy and are so appreciated in the white cold of winter.  They don’t taste like any bought dried tomato you’ve ever eaten.

Dehydrator 2

My garden is producing a healthy crop of Sun Golds.  Hope’s Edge, my CSA, will provide some cherry tomatoes to dry.  And Susan McBride’s Golden Brook Farm, just up the hill from me, has luscious cherry tomatoes.

I also have discovered that drying zucchini–and even excess cucumbers–is a great way to preserve them.  Grating and freezing zucchini does not work so well.  The flesh gets slimy and bitter after a bit of time.  But the dried disks reconstitute beautifully if thrown into a soup or stew about five minutes before it is done.  Cut the BIG zukes into smaller pieces…

Dehydrator 3

I am also blanching and freezing the beans that are coming in like crazy now.  It’s easy enough to snap them, rinse them, drop them into boiling water for a few minutes (don’t let them get too cooked), put them into a baggie, and freeze them.

Beans

I picked up fresh blueberries from Hope’s Edge last week.   So I made jam from the uneaten and frozen berries from last summer.

Bueberries

Blueberry jam is easier than blackberry jam since you don’t have to pick them or deseed them.  Otherwise, the process is much the same.  I do grate the rind of one lemon into the pot–and add the juice.  Lemon perks up the blueberry flavor.  Blueberry jam needs a bit more sugar than the blackberries as the blueberries don’t have as much pectin.  This jam is a bit looser as a result, but that’s ok.  It’s great over ice cream, in smoothies, over pancakes, and so forth–and the flavor is lovely.  It tends to get stiffer in the cold of the refrigerator.

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One of the deep pleasures of my life is harvesting and preserving the food that the earth offers us.  It is the most satisfying feeling to know that I have these “assets” in my pantry to be enjoyed all winter and into the long Maine spring when we are so hungry for fresh greens.

But, let’s face it.  Feeding people really good food–and eating it myself–is one of the things that I most like to do.

Turkey Tracks: Remembering Winter

Turkey Tracks:  August 21, 2013

Remembering Winter

 

Those of you who have read this blog for any length of time will know that in the midst of one season, I love to harken back to its opposite.

Friend Marsha Smith, a pioneer of Citizens for a Green Camden, sent me this picture of her adorable grandson, Devon, last winter.  And I saved it for just this moment when we are in the dog days of August.

Devon's frozen shirt

As an experiment last winter–probably around the time we had the blizzard which dumped up to five feet of snow on us, Devon hung out his t-shirt for a few minutes.

It froze solid–which you can tell by his expression that he loved.

Turkey Tracks: Gardens in the Watershed: Atkinson/Stich Successional Garden

Turkey Tracks:  August 21, 2013

Successional Garden of Bo Atkinson and Alda Stich

The Atkinson/Stich Successional Garden has been forty-two years in the making.  Bo builds the alternative structures and Alda creates the fragrant perennial flower collections–fields of them.   A friend told me Alda did all the flowers for one of her children’s wedding–and that they were lovely.  Alda pioneered regional sales of fragrant perennial flower collections.

Out on the road, Bo has put up a sign that attempts to explain his structures:

Atkinson-Stich 9

And here is the whimsical outer wall on the road through which the visitor passes:

Atkinson-Stich 2

I wish my grandchildren had been with me for this garden visit.  They, as I did, would have loved it:

Atkinson-Stich

Here’s the view of the house, which sits just beyond the wall:

Atkinson-Stich 3

I loved this curved woodwork.

And:

Atkinson-Stich 4

The back of the house has a grape-vine covered verandah that is cool and inviting–especially on the very hot day when we came to this garden.  People had gathered there to visit and enjoy one another.

Atkinson-Stich6

This garden is designed to work with nature, not against it.  And Bo’s structures attempt the same goal.  Here is the building to the right of the house where seedlings are nurtured and protected:

Stkinson-Stich 5

 

Both Bo and Alda work to encourage local bird, frog and beneficial insect habitats.  There was a small pond with an arching bridge that led to a structure on the left side of the property.  Paths snaked through Alda’s fields of flowers.  I left feeling that these folks were living in concert with their surroundings–and that whatever they did to the land were attempts to enhance its natural habits.

Turkey Tracks: Blackberry Jam

Turkey Tracks:  August 21, 2013

Blackberry Jam

When I was growing up, we spent some of every summer with my maternal grandmother, Louisa Phillips Bryan, in Reynolds, Georgia.

I’m sure my grandfather, Sydney Hoke Bryan, was also involved–he was a quiet rock that held the family together.  And he was deeply involved in growing food and in preserving food.  He had a large vegetable and flower garden “out on the farm”–and in the summer he went out there early and returned with huge baskets filled with vegetables and flowers.  One of my vivid memories is the two of them putting up tomatoes in an outdoor kitchen they fashioned in the back yard under a shed.  And, I remember hams hanging in the smoke house too.

But it was my grandmother who made the blackberry jam in the summers.   And, later, my mother.  But mother’s blackberry making was always limited by having wild blackberries nearby to pick.  We were tasked with picking blackberries in the summers–though most of the berries we picked landed up in cobblers for “dinner”–which was in the middle of the day.  Local children used to bring the blackberries they had picked to the house for sale, and that’s when my grandmother made jelly.  I have memories of cheesecloth to drains off the seeds and of melting wax for the lids…  And of discussions about whether to seed the jam/jelly or not.

I have access to a blackberry patch here in Maine–and it has been the greatest joy to pick them and to make jam.  And I am so grateful for the wonderful family who allow me to pick their berries.  What a gift!

Some years are better blackberry years than others.  And, it takes a lot of blackberries to make a jam.  One year we had blackberries, but there had been no rain, and the berries just didn’t have enough moisture to make good jam.  And every three or four years it’s a good idea to mow the patch to retard the overgrowth of other plants trying, also, to grow there.  Eventually they will crowd out a blackberry patch.  So when I make a batch of jam, I never know how far I will have to stretch it so as not to completely run out.

This year is a GREAT blackberry year.  And last Sunday, I picked about two gallons alongside friends Giovanna McCarthy and Margaret Rauenhorst.  I came home and made the jam while the berries were fresh.  I was down to my last jar–and that was dated 2010.

Blackberries

The first thing you need to know is that when you are picking blackberries, be sure to pick about one not-so-ripe mostly red berry (not a hard red one) for about every 30 or so berries.  The red berries have pectin in them that will make the jam jell.

Also, you want to make any jam or jelly in SMALL BATCHES.  I made two separate batches with these berries.

The other thing you need to know is what the jelling point is for your geographic area–and that’s info you can determine from either an internet search or from a Ball Canning Book.  At my house here in Maine, it’s 216 degrees.  Down in town, it may be a bit different.  Obviously you’ll need a candy thermometer unless you have a knack for telling when the batch is ready.  I don’t.

I put all of the berries into a pan, add about a 1/2 cup of water so they don’t burn on the bottom, and heat them to render the juice.

Here’s the pan of berries starting to heat up–note how he berries start to turn red.  I like to use my heavy Creuset pan–the cast iron holds heat so beautifully and evenly.  Use a heavy bottomed pan–not a thin one.   I smash them with a potato smasher to help the juice-rendering process along

Blackberries cooking

When the berries have cooked about five minutes, you need to decide if you want seeds or not.  I put the berries through a mill and remove the seeds–though I always have a few escapees.  Do this process in the sink as there is some inevitable spattering and you don’t want blackberry juice staining surfaces in your kitchen.

Deseeding blackberry jam

Put the juice back into the cleaned pan and add sugar. .  For about 9 cups of berries, I add 6 cups of sugar.  The recipes call for more, but this ratio works fine for me.  Here the rendered juice is really booking along.  It’s RED, isn’t it?  I don’t attempt to skim any of the foam at the top.

Blackberries cooking 2

Watch your heat–you want a steady boil at pretty high heat, but you don’t want the pan to overflow or the batch to burn.  DON’T LEAVE THE KITCHEN.  You will want to start testing for the jell point any time now.  You don’t want tough jam.

While the batch cooks, put your clean jars and caps in HOT water in a bowl in your sink–and arrange a space on your counter where you can fill your jars.  I have a large ladle that I use to dip up the jam.

I LOVE my large canning funnel.  It fits all jar sizes and makes filling the jars easy.

Canning funnel

Fill the jars, leaving about 1/2 inch clear.  I used to top the jam with melted paraffin wax, but I don’t do that anymore.  The jam keeps just fine without it.

Screw on the lids really tight and with a protective towel (they are HOT), turn each one upside down–which creates a nice vacuum seal on each jar.  Watch to make sure you don’t have a leaky one where the threads were just not tight enough.  Be careful picking up a leaky jar–the jelly is HOT.

Blackberry jam, Aug. 2013

Label the tops–using a year date, too.  I also make blueberry jam, so sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference between these two jams in the jars.

ENJOY!

Turkey Tracks: Black Trumpet Mushrooms

Turkey Tracks:  August 20, 2013

Black Trumpet Mushrooms

Mushrooming is something I really like to do.

And I have not been in the woods mushrooming much in the past two years.

Here’s a whole basket of Black Trumpet mushrooms, some Golden Chanterelle mushrooms, and a few puffball mushrooms–all of which I found at the end of last week.  The puffballs are white and are lost in the basket in this picture.  There is no puffball that is poisonous, but I would not eat any mushroom that has grown in an area that has been sprayed with any kind of chemical.  So, avoid sprayed lawns and golf courses.

 

Black Trumpets, Aug 2013

I have a very nice video that I can’t get to upload–telling you how difficult these mushrooms are to see growing on the forest floor among the dried leaves of last year.  You don’t see the dark stems–what you see you see by looking straight down–and if you look at the tops of these mushrooms, you will see they appear as a light grey/brown.

Here’s what the pile looks like on the kitchen counter.  Now you can see the puffballs.

Black Trumpets 2

The Golden Chanterelles smell like apricots–and all of these mushrooms are delicious sautéed in a little butter or duck fat and added to a cream sauce, scrambled eggs with a bit of cheese, and  soups and stews.

I cleaned the trumpets–you have to snip the ends, open them a bit, and scrape out any debris or critter that has lodged in the funnel.  Mostly they are pretty clean.

I dried all but a few of the trumpets and ate the rest with a rich lamb stock I had going in the kitchen.

Yummo!!!

Turkey Tracks: Pine Tree Quilting Guild Annual Show

Turkey Tracks:  August 20, 2013

Pine Tree Quilting Guild Annual Show

The grandsons and I visited the annual state quilt show together.

The boys like art shows pretty much.

But this was A LOT of art for them to take in, so we more or less whipped through many of the aisles at lightening speed.

They were interested in the judged quilts and who got what ribbons.

So was I–since the judging this year seemed more incoherent than ever before.

For instance, here’s a terrific quilt.

A third, really

The piecing is awesome.  The quilting was quite good as well.

But, it’s a third???

a third, really 2

A third?  Really?

Has any one of this year’s judges ever pieced a quilt like this one?

I wish I had taken more pictures of what disturbed me so much, but…

I do remember that there was one large bed quilt with a first place ribbon–yet it was copied from someone else’s pattern and it had been long-armed quilted with what was clearly a computer program.   Why would someone get 25 points for someone else’s design?  And a computer did the quilting.   What about people who can’t afford to have a computerized long-arm quilter quilt their tops?  Where’s the human error or serendipity of human art then?  Left out, I can tell you.

I loved this quilt:

No ribbon

No ribbon.  But this design is an original work of art.  Look at those cow expressions.  Aren’t they wonderful?  Not even an honorable mention…

Pine Tree’s judging is supposed to be about NOT comparing the quilts–but about judging each quilt on its own merits.  In that system, theoretically, everyone could get a blue ribbon if the work merited it.  But I saw so many really special, glorious quilts with no ribbon at all.  That’s so discouraging for quilters who submit to judging.

Here’s my favorite quilt:

My favorite quilt

And here’s a close-up:

My favorite quilt 2

It did not win “best of show,” but did win an “Exceptional Merit.”

My apologies to the winner of the “Best in Show” quilt, but it looked just like the winners of the past two or three years:  a small quilt with a geometric design and really, really good long-arm quilting.  Lots of intensive long-arm quilting.  But nothing outstanding in the quilt design really,

Surely a quilt is about more than the quilting?   This Japanese scene is about much more than long-arm quilting, for instance.

And this little quilt surely deserved something more than “honorable mention”:

Honarable mention

How many people could do such great collage work and combine colors so effectively.  The quilting was pretty great too.

Here’s the grandsons’ favorite quilt:

Boys favorite quilt, 2013

This quilt, as I recall, was made as a thank-you for someone.  What a fabulous thing to do.  I know this quilt will be treasured forever.  And maybe that’s what quilting is really all about too.  At least in part.

In recent years I have not made quilts that I felt should be judged.  As you know if you read this blog, I’ve been working on “Louisa’s Scrappy Project” to try to get my stash into some sort of intelligent order and to try not to waste fabric I already own.  I’ve been making big quilts for the most part–with the goal of giving each one I finish to family and friends.

I think that quilting has always been about BOTH making beautiful objects and making functional objects.  Sometimes both desires blend in one quilt.  So it hurts my heart when I see really outstanding works of beauty not getting the full credit they deserve.

Come on, Pine Tree.  The judging is ruining the show for many members.

Turkey Tracks: Monhegan Island with the Kiddos

Turkey Tracks:  August 14, 2013

Monhegan Island with the Kiddos

Here’s one of my favorite pics of the summer visit with my four oldest grandchildren and my son Michael and his wife Tami.

Lovey and kiddos, Aug. 2013

We were on the dock at Monhegan Island, which is over an hour away from the coast and departure town of Port Clyde (where The Russians are Coming was filmed.)  Monhegan Island is an artist colony and is a charming place to visit.

We spent two days and a night–and stayed at The Monhegan House, which has, also, a lovely dining room.  (The chef made a delicious chocolate cake for Maryann’s birthday.)

We celebrated Maryann Enright’s 73rd birthday–and remembered John Enright’s August 12th birthday.  John, Maryann, and I made this trip a few years back–before he got sick–with Bryan and Corinne Enright.

I sat on the porch and read and read and knitted and knitted–and watched folks come and go.  The others hiked and explored.  Monhegan has quite a few fairy houses–which enchants the children and their Great Aunt Maryann.

 

Interesting Information: Bacterium Resistance to Antibiotics in Meat

Interesting Information:  August 14, 2013

Bacterium Resistance to Antibiotics in Meat

I don’t buy meat in supermarkets.

It’s too dangerous these days.

And I quit buying ground turkey or chicken when I noticed some years back that the packages had been flavor “enhanced” with commercial products.  That’s a red flag for me that something is definitely wrong.

Here’s a little article that appeared in the Maine Organic Farmer & Gardener newsletter (June-August 2013, page 10).

The National Antimicrobial Resistance Monitoring System, an FDA, USDA and CDC program, found that more than half the 480 samples each of ground turkey, pork chops and ground beef collected from supermarkets in 2011 tested positive for a bacterium resistant to antibiotics.  The USDA says almost 80 percent of antibiotics sold in the United States are used in animal agriculture.  (“Report on U.S. Meat Sounds Alarm on resistant Bacteria,” by Stephanie Strom, The New York Times, April 16, 2013; www.nytimes.com/2013/04/17/business/report-on-us-meat-sounds-alarm-on-superbugs.html?_r=0).

The answer to this dilemma is NOT to quit eating meat in favor of a plant-based diet.  I’m hoping that I’m showing that plants come with pretty strong chemical packages that need to be mediated (and isn’t by most folks) and that plants are not nutrient dense.  AND, that appropriately raised meat is part of a holistic circuit on a farm and is good for us in that it contains all of the essential amino acids in the correct proportions that our body can use.  A good diet blends the foods available to us and, hopefully, we eat these foods in their established seasons.

Resistance to antibiotics is a very serious condition.  It means that we don’t have anything to stop the superbugs that we have created with our dirty meat farming practices.

I am encouraged with all the work being done on gut integrity–and the realization that wiping out all our gut flora and fauna with antibiotics creates even more serious illnesses–which occur in a cyclical way if antibiotic use is not curtailed.

It’s time to fall back on building strong immune systems folks…

As for meat–go out into the country surrounding your cities or suburbs and find some farmers who will raise clean, hopefully soy-free meat for you.  In the end, this practice is cheaper as illness is very expensive.