Peach Pie: taste of summer

“. . . the ever-present landscape flows in and through a Santa Fe kitchen.  It comes in as a stream of brilliant sunlight; as the smell of piñon nuts whose mother trees can be seen across every acre of land; as the inescapable layer of dust which no one tries overly hard to keep out, and, of course, as the food itself.”
Huntley Dent  The Feast of Santa Fe

Last week I made two peach pies: a morning filled with peeling, slicing, rolling, dusting, and, finally, crimping.  Outside my kitchen window squawking scrub jays searched the piñon trees for the soft, sweet nuts tucked inside pine cones.  The smell of peach and cinnamon filled the air.

Yellow and fuzzy with a deep blush, Tony’s peaches from Valley Honey and Apple Farm have a short trip from Albuquerque to Santa Fe. Purchased today, they can be eaten tomorrow. They are local, but not native.

Photo Credit:  P. Nixon

Photo Credit: P. Nixon

Peaches, like the hollyhocks I wrote about in August, are native to China and traveled to the Southwest in much the same way–from Asia to the Middle East to Spain and, finally, to New Mexico along with apricots, apples and a host of other fruits and vegetables. Dent writes in The Feast of Santa Fe that by 1850 vendors were selling peaches and other seasonal produce on Santa Fe’s plaza.

So I wondered, did the cooks who bought those peaches make pies? Checking Fabiola Cabeza de Baca Gilbert’s historical New Mexico cookbook, The Good Life, I found only one mention of pie. In a description of the elaborate food preparations for a wedding feast, she writes about two helpers who baked ” . . .  dried fruit pies in the mud ovens. The fruit was cooked, sweetened and seasoned. Long strips of flaky pastry were place in bread pans, spread with fruit and covered with more pastry. After these were baked they were cut into squares large enough for generous helpings.”  My guess is that these pies were filled with with dried apples or apricots, traditional favorites in New Mexican cuisine.

Dent includes a recipe for little pies, or empanaditas as they are called in Spanish, filled with peach butter and piñons. The small turnovers are made with flour and lard, stuffed with filling, and cooked in a small amount of hot oil. Done right, according to Dent, they are a light and flaky treat, a Christmas delight.

We ate one of my peach pies the day I baked it,  warm from the oven topped with ice cream. The other one is in the freezer, saved for a cold winter night, maybe Christmas Eve.

Santa Fe Farmers’ Market – Rattlesnake Beans

Photo Credit:  P. Nixon

Photo Credit: P. Nixon

It was a week of travel, most of it in California: Carmichael, Chula vista, Escondido, Hollywood, Bakersfield, Mountain View, Richmond, and Arcata. Dave and I call it the western swing–his monthly review of construction projects in Arizona, California, Washington. As I list the towns and think back on the flights and rental cars I realize why I was tired yesterday, my first day back at home.

It was Tuesday, the morning I make my weekly trip to the Santa Fe Farmers’ Market. I try not to miss it, especially at the height of the season. If for no other reason, I would drag my sleep-deprived self down to the open air market at the Railyard for the tomatoes. They come in every shape and color: pear, cherry, plum, bright orange, dark purplish-red, and green-striped. Some, the best ones I think, are downright ugly, misshapen and split, bearing no apparent relationship to the perfect round specimens at the supermarket.

On my short drive to the market, trying to figure out why I felt so jet lagged after traveling from only one time zone to another, I realized that I had hurried out of the house without my usual mug of espresso laced with milk.

No time to turn back, I started through the row of tables making purchases, first, white corn and roasted green chile. Next, a quick stop at the indoor market for a cup of strong black coffee. I was starting to wake up, but struggling to juggle a cumbersome bag full of produce (I should have saved the corn for last) and a hot paper cup. I made quick work of the rest of it, not belaboring my selections:  a basket of mixed cherry tomatoes, a head of Bibb lettuce, a bunch of scallions, a container of tiny raspberries and four glossy, dark green poblano peppers. I had a list when I left the house, but had no idea where it was or if I had gotten what I came for (except, of course, the tomatoes).

Just before walking back to the car with my heavy load I decided that I had to  have green beans. Soon they’d be gone and I’d regret that I didn’t buy them when I had the chance. I hesitated, not wanting to walk back through the market, but then I spotted him, a farmer in a big straw hat, spray bottle in hand, spritzing the beans, onions, and squash at a nearby table. He had a couple of different kinds of string beans, but I  was attracted to the long green beans with purple streaks.  Rattlesnake beans.

Feeling more sociable after a half a cup of Guatemalan dark roast I asked about the the beans.  A lot like green beans, he said, the streaks disappear when cooked, but they are more hardy, not as easily overcooked–a bonus given my usual distracted state. So, how do you cook them, I asked, and he replied that he sautees them. In olive oil? At this he looked a little sheepish. When he is trying to be healthy, yes olive oil, but his preference is butter or bacon fat. Sold.

We wished each other a good day after we made the trade, rattlesnake beans and advice in exchange for a few dollars. As I turned to leave I noticed that his teal blue nail polish matched his shirt perfectly.

It’s good to be back home.

Road Trip: Truth or Consequences

August is the best month to visit Santa Fe. Petunias cascade out of hanging baskets on the Plaza, Carmen’s arias waft across the sagebrush and pinyons after sunset, and a patient waiter recommends the perfect glass of red to accompany the duck enchilada mole. For those of us who live in this charming city and run the risk of taking it for granted, August is a good month to escape, if only for a very short while.

Photo by: P. Nixon

Photo by: P. Nixon

Dave and I did just that on Wednesday last week. We shut off the computers, locked the office door behind us, leaving stacks of files on our desks, and pointed the car south on I25. I had packed the map of New Mexico and a cooler filled with sandwiches, chips, and iced tea in the front; the bottle of whiskey was locked in the trunk with the suitcases.

Our destination was the small town of Truth or Consequences in the southwestern part of the state where the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service was conducting a public hearing to discuss the fate of the Mexican gray wolf. We stopped once on the 200 mile trip at the Walking Sands rest area south of Albuquerque to stretch our legs, photograph the beware of rattlesnakes sign, and trade places in the car. I drove the last 90 miles watching thunderstorms move from west to east, sweeping across the San Mateo Mountains and  Black Range. Sporadic downpours slowed us down, but ended as quickly as they began.

We arrived in T or C, known best for its hot springs and 1951 name change, with just enough time to grab a taco at Maria’s before the start of the hearing. Two local police cars cruised the neighborhood next to the convention center while we looked for a place to park.

Photo by P. Nixon

Photo by P. Nixon

Fish and Wildlife was just beginning their Power Point presentation when we took our seats. About two hundred people turned out–ranchers, birders, hunters, campers, and concerned citizens. They represented farm bureaus, environmental groups, and, sometimes, just themselves. Seventy-six got the chance to speak, uninterrupted, for two minutes each, addressing their comments to a moderator and Benjamin Tuggle, Fish and Wildlife’s Southwest Regional Director.

Afterward Dave and I had a long soak in one of the mineral baths at the Sierra Grande Lodge, time to reflect on all we had heard.  Like most of the hearings conducted in New Mexico and Arizona over the past year the comments favored the wolves by about two to one with most of the speakers asking for continued  protection and expanded territory for the lobos.  Those against cited the loss of cattle to depredation, the pressure on deer and elk populations, and the cost of the reintroduction effort as reasons the program should not be expanded.

On Thursday we returned to Santa Fe–no time to make a side trip to the nearby Gila Wilderness where less than  month ago a family of wolves called the Coronado Pack was released.  Another trip, we promised ourselves.

It’s been a week and I am still listening to my recording of the hearing, transcribing comments, both pro and con, for a future post.  Luckily, there are still a few reporters who do that work quickly and accurately.  I found this account of the proceedings in the online edition of the Silver City Daily Press the day after the meeting.

 

 

 

Welcome to Wolf Week!

Yes, it’s true.  I borrowed the idea from the Discovery Channel, but I promise no snarling, growling, menacing wolves here.

Mexican Gray Wolf at Wildlife West Nature Park Photo Credit:  Paula Nixon

Mexican Gray Wolf at Wildlife West Nature Park
Photo Credit: Paula Nixon

It’s a big week for the Mexican gray wolves native to the Southwest with two public hearings scheduled to discuss their future.  The first will be held in Pinetop, Arizona tonight, the second in Truth or Consequences (T or C), New Mexico on Wednesday night.  US Fish and Wildlife officials will conduct both hearings, giving the public an opportunity to voice their opinions about  proposed rule changes to the reintroduction program, which has allowed the wolves to be reintroduced into their historic range over the last sixteen years.  This recent article in the Arizona Republic provides more details.

Stay tuned for the story of Ernesta, a female wolf recently re-released to the wild with a new mate and pups; an update on the Bluestem Pack, successfully living in the wild for twelve years; and the tale of a road trip to T or C.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Don’t Miss the “Super” Super Moon

“. . .I looked out the window and it was the moon.  Big as a house! I never seen the moon so big before or since . . . ” Raymond in Moonstruck-1987

Tonight’s the night–the second of three super moons this year (the final one will occur next month, on September 9th).  With the earth and moon almost as close as they ever get in their  elliptical orbits the full moon will appear larger and brighter than normal.

August 8, 2014 Photo Credit:  Eli Nixon

August 8, 2014
Photo Credit: Eli Nixon

If you wonder why you don’t remember hearing about super moons until just recently, this Earth/Sky post explains that it’s a relatively new term for a “fairly routine astronomical event” (it happens approximately once every 14 months).

“Cosmo’s moon” is what we call it at my house–the name that Raymond gave the magical light  that he saw from his bedroom window in the movie Moonstruck.

Koshari the Bear: A Cautionary Tale

Where the Sandia and Manzano mountains meet the plains east of Albuquerque lives a bear named Koshari. Tagged three times by New Mexico Game and Fish in 2005 for nuisance behavior, he’s one lucky bear.

Koshari courtesy of John Weckerle

Koshari courtesy of John Weckerle

On Friday morning I took the long way from Santa Fe south to Edgewood,  down the scenic Turquoise Trail. My destination was Wildlife West Nature Park, a zoo where all of the animals are native to the Southwest and most have been rescued after being  injured or becoming habituated to humans, no longer able to live in the wild.

The park reminds me of my backyard on a much larger scale with a different mountain range in the distance–lots of open ground dotted with pinyon pines, juniper trees, cholla cacti, native grasses, and wild flowers.

The bear habitat is the next to last one on the loop around the zoo and I found Koshari napping directly in front of the viewing window–sprawled out on his back, four paws up.

by P. Nixon

Koshari’s Habitat by P. Nixon

Named for the Native American clown (Koshare), the black bear has been at the park for nine years, since he was two-years-old, just a youngster.  He came from the Navajo Lake area in northern New Mexico where he discovered the easiest and tastiest lunches came out of the coolers on houseboats.  His life was spared with a generous donation to construct a half-acre bear habitat at WIldlife West.

It’s all about food for bears and Koshari is no exception.  He is fed a varied diet–fruit, vegetables, meat, dog kibble.  As winter approaches, like his cousins in the wild, he increases his  calorie count,  eating upwards of 20,000 a day.  Although he doesn’t hibernate he does slow down, eating much less during the dark and cold months.

PleaseComeAgainEyes still closed, Koshari rolled over on his side, swatted a pesky fly, and covered his face with a paw.  Before leaving I dropped a couple of dollars in a donation box used for special treats for the bruin–one of the few acceptable ways to contribute to the feeding of a bear.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hollyhocks Galore!

Four-feet, five-feet, six-feet-tall–a bevy of the statuesque flowers sway in the breeze, a welcoming sight at the entrance to my bank. They’re everywhere–peeking over the tops of adobe walls at art galleries on Canyon Road and towering over short picket fences at downtown bed and breakfasts.

Thomas Jefferson planted hollyhocks in his garden at Monticello and Georgia O’Keeffe painted this one with a blue larkspur on her first trip to Taos in 1929. My grandmother Lester had a row of them out by her fence in Topeka and showed me how to push a bud with a bit of a stem on it through the center of an open upside-down blossom, well-dressed dolls wearing twirly, full skirts–magenta, white, and yellow.

Native to China hollyhocks (Alcea rosea) made their way first to the Holy Land and from there to southern Europe during the Middle Ages according to Ruth L. Fish’s charming history of the flower.  The sturdy flowers came to New Mexico with the Spanish, who called them Las Varas de San Jose, rods of St. Joseph.

To see their abundance in July and August in northern New Mexico makes it hard to believe they aren’t natives. Fish points out, ” . . . no other plant has flourished with such persistent vigor as it has shown, despite the handicaps of general neglect, poor soil , and drought that it has often had to suffer.”

By P. Nixon

By P. Nixon

Many in Santa Fe are in well-tended, irrigated flowerbeds, but my favorites are those that thrive in unlikely places. The one pictured here is in a neglected, unwatered bed between the street and a sidewalk, surrounded by weeds, standing in front of a dead tree, gaily blooming as if it were the star attraction in Mr. Jefferson’s garden.

As the summer winds down, it’s a good time to gather some hollyhock seeds–discreetly!  Wiki-How provides fifteen steps  to successfully grow the flowers from seed, although I am not likely to follow them.  I’ll drop a few near my back fence and let nature take its course.

The Bear Facts

Bears live large in the imagination.  After I caught a  black bear on my wildlife camera trap late last summer (and two more times after that) I continued to think about him–long after he had lumbered back up the mountain to take an extended nap.

To try and understand more about my ursine neighbors, I read a couple of  bear books over the winter while they were hibernating.

The Grizzly Maze written by Nick Jans tells the story of Timothy Treadwell, the self-styled bear researcher/advocate who was killed by a grizzly in Alaska after he had spent years living among the 500 pound creatures, naming and filming them.  For an up close look at the bears, Treadwell, and the Katmai Coast the documentary, Grizzly Man, can’t be beat, but Jans’ book gave me a more in-depth understanding of the bears and Treadwell’s complicated relationship with them.

We no longer have grizzlies in New Mexico–the last known one was killed in 1931, but in his afterward, “The Beast of Nightmare,” Jans analyzes human and bear (grizzly, black, and polar) interactions, in an attempt to answer two questions:  How dangerous are bears and what can be done to keep bears and people more safe?

Out on a Limb: What Black Bears Taught Me about Intelligence and Intuition is author Benjamin  Kilham’s firsthand account of his experiences with black bears in New Hampshire.  In this video, a portion of a National Geographic film about Kilham, he discusses his unconventional methods of raising cubs and reintroducing the young bears to the woods. His book closes with an appendix entitled, “The Human-Bear Conflict: How to understand black bear behavior and avoid problems.”

In both books the authors cite Dr. Stephen Herrero’s extensive research on bear attacks on humans in North America dating back to 1900.  Kilham’s book, the more recently published of the two, has the most up-to-date data. It turns out that in spite of our worst fears bears rarely attack or kill humans,especially black bears. Jans points to the fact that black bears (Ursa americanus) evolved as “creatures of the forest and shadow, who developed retreat as a response to threat.” Given the opportunity they will usually try to avoid an encounter with a human. Jan’s sums it up with this: “Bears can count and bears don’t like surprises.” He advises, when possible,  to hike and camp in groups and to make noise.

Kilham echos that advice and writes at length about the dominant drive in a bear’s life to eat.  He stresses that we are asking for trouble when we leave food in our backyards–bird seed and pet food have unusually high caloric content and are irresistible  to bears. Kilham (and every other bear expert) advise, “stop inviting bears to dinner,” and goes on to say that whether it’s on purpose or not, feeding a bear is like “entering into a social contract with them . . . they expect the food to keep coming . . .”

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Photo Credit: crabchick via Compfight cc

Last summer and fall we had a busier than usual bear season in Santa Fe.  In September animal control estimated that ten different bears had been sighted in the city over a two-week period.  At one point the police department issued an alert after three bears were seen “roaming the streets”–a mother and her cub were spotted near a high school and a single large bear was seen in another busy part of town.  Both incidents passed without any harm coming to humans.  “Black bears in most situations seem to go out of their collective way to take it easy on us . . . , ” says Jans.

Here in New Mexico it’s estimated that we have 6000 to 7000 bears, but that number may be low according to Rick Winslow, a cougar and bear biologist with the Department of Game and Fish.  Our local bears eat dandelion greens, new grass, and insects in the spring.  As the summer progresses  they forage for acorns, juniper berries, and fruit.  When I talked to Winslow a few weeks ago he said it looked like the food supply was good on his last trip into the mountains.  So, if they have enough to eat why do the bears come into the city? The answer is complex.

Even with recent rains we are still in a drought.  Some patches of food may become depleted and the bears may have to travel farther to find water. But the biggest reason of all may be that they have become habituated. Winslow says that even in the most remote corner of our wilderness in New Mexico bears know about human food.

It makes me want to go door-to-door and tell my neighbors:  Pick those peaches before they get too ripe and fall on the ground; put Fluffy and her kibble inside for the night; and, for heaven’s sake, lock that pepperoni pizza box in the garage until trash day.

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Photo Credit: wildphotons via Compfight cc

In early June when I spoke to Winslow he had already gotten a bear call, a mother with two cubs on Bishop’s Lodge Road.  They were relocated to the Jemez Mountains where, it is hoped, they will stay.  In the end it is the bears who face a bigger risk in their encounters with humans.  The NM Department of Game and Fish and homeowners killed 173 bears in 2013.  Most of them had been in trouble before, trolling campsites or trash dumpsters for food.

It’s still early in the season and so far I haven’t seen any evidence of bears passing through  my yard.  Later today I’ll set up my wildlife camera, but before I walk through the trees to the back fence I’ll pick up two rocks and bang them together.  That noise supposedly sounds like a bear popping his jaws, his way of letting others know where he is.  It’s unlikely I’ll see a bear but if I do I’ll remind myself (calmly) to stand tall; talk softly, but firmly; and back away slowly.

 

 

Step outside and look up . . .

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Photo Credit: `James Wheeler via Compfight cc

That’s the first tip on EarthSky’s top 10 tips for super stargazers–great advice for warm summer nights.

As a kid my family spent many vacations camping in the Rockies and my favorite time of day was always evening, sitting on a rock next to a campfire,  looking up at the star-filled sky.  After  Dad showed it to me once, it was easy enough to spot the Big Dipper, part of Ursa Major (the Great Bear constellation), from almost anywhere.  He took it a step further when he taught me how to use the last two stars in the dipper to point to Polaris, the North Star.  I have been fascinated with the night sky ever since.

There are lots of other great tips in the top ten–everything from noticing the phases of the moon to using binoculars to look at the Milky Way, but my favorite is included in tip five:  “You don’t need to know what you’re seeing to enjoy the view.”

Another thunderstorm is rolling in so I may not see much when I go outside tonight, but I’ll take a look–I might get lucky and catch a glimpse of the waxing moon or the red star, Antares.

Santa Fe Market Report

My favorite podcast, Good Food, comes out of the public radio station KCRW in Santa Monica, California.  Over the years I have discovered where to find tiny, tasty, caramel pies in Beverly Hills; have followed the host Evan as she baked a pie a day, one summer; and have even learned how to stuff a pumpkin with “everything delicious”.

But, the best part of the show, especially when the snow is flying in Santa Fe, is the market report.   Each week the manager of the Santa Monica Farmers’ Market  (held on Wednesday and Saturday mornings) walks through the tables loaded with produce, talks to the farmers, and describes in detail what’s available.

Santa Fe also has a year round farmers’ market and, once again, it has moved outside for the late spring, summer, and early fall seasons (held on Tuesday and Saturday mornings).  I made my first trip last week and came home with Swiss chard, spring onions, cilantro, arugula, and radishes.   When I checked to see what was in season at the Santa Monica market, I found  apricots, peaches, nectarines, berries, and lots of summer herbs.

So . . . I’m curious.  Have you been to your local farmers’ market yet and, if so, what did you bring home?