Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Fruits at my dad's home (my childhood home)

When Eli and I last visited my family in Illinois, it was great to see Eli exploring my dad's yard for fruit. It was a magical place to run around when I was a small child. I explore it now, but with much added height since I was Eli's age. When I was little, I remember the blackberries canes and foliage being so thick that I would hide in them during hide and seek (they are a thorn-less variety). Though I may try to make such attempts I am sure parts of my 6'2" frame will remain visible. There are an amazing amount of species of different foods on one town lot, that feels huge to a little one. With my change of vantage point I am pretty impressed with how much he has fit into a small space, while continuing to add more.

When I lived there as a child, we had 5-7 different fruit trees, grapes, gooseberries, black berries, strawberries, red raspberries, and black raspberries. In the last few years, my dad has added elderberries, blueberries, a few more grape varieties, more cherry trees, more strawberries, dewberries, almonds, apricots, and some others as well. His yellow maple fell last month, so while losing shade on the south-side of the house he did gain some more space for food bearing bushes and trees. We're planning on getting some juneberry cutting off a very old bush in my aunts yard on my next visit.

While we were visiting last time we helped plant some more asparagus and more red raspberries that my dad had ordered. Some trumpeter vine had gotten out of hand and started taking down his raspberries. The golden rod had overpowered a lot of the asparagus.

Seeing his place and thinking of my grandiose dreams of what I would like to accomplish with land leaves me anxious to get started.




 Blackberries and gooseberries starting to come on during our last visit.



 Eli and I at a lot of plums while we were there.

Monday, July 22, 2013

Les chanterelles sont arrivées!

The last really good chanterelle year in Indiana was 2009. That year Eli and I filled a burlap coffee bag with chanterelles in about two hours. We also found numerous black trumpets at the same time. Indiana has been in a drought since 2005. The years since 2009 have been very very dry, while the air has been its usual 90% humidity. With the ample rain fall this year, the chanterelles have been out!

Yesterday, Eli and I were able to fill a shopping bag. I had been out a number of times previously and found a decent number. The previous times were not accompanied by the wasp stings that yesterday brought though. We would have filled a number of bags yesterday due to the profusion of mushrooms out, but had to cut it off after about an hour. I got attacked by some wasps and ended up with about fifty stings. I'm not allergic, so I was just in pain and felt a little wonky in my head. I'm hoping to go out some more this week.

If going to look for chanterelles, you should look through a field guide or two to acquaint yourself with Jack-O-Lantern mushrooms. I have known others who ended up harvesting the bioluminescent mushroom along with chanterelles. Don't harvest chanterelles off of wood! Unless vomit and diarrhea are your thing.

Keep an eye out for Black Trumpets when out. They are also a chanterelle but are black and grey. They are pretty tasty too, especially after having been dried. 

I've been finding the best patches on the north side of a well forested hill in Bloomington. Like in the picture below...



Eli was finding a good number of them. 


We've been eating them with our meals and have started drying some as well.


Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Juneberries, aka Serviceberry, aka Saskatoon, aka Amelanchier, aka Delicious

Mmm... Anthocyanins. 

Despite the various names, I'll be referring to these berries as juneberries, mostly because that is the name that I first learned them as, and that is usually when I eat them - in June. They are amazingly common in some cities and are found in a lot of the wild in the places I frequent. I've eaten most of them in Bloomington, IN due to the sheer number planted for landscaping. There are definitely over 200 bushes in town, and every year I notice a new bush I hadn't seen the year before. The university just planted a ton more after expanding the outdoor sports area. Most of what is planted is a bush type, which I am happy for as they are easy to reach and you can access the fruit from all sides. There are some 30-40 foot tall juneberry trees by a parking garage, that you have to utilize the various floors of the parking garage to harvest from.

The bushes are extensively planted because they require little care, with the ability to prosper despite plants under and around them, and they also have pretty flowers. Below are some pictures of the leaves, fruit, and bark.



The berries look a little like blueberries, but reminiscent of an apple on bottom from the remnants of the flower. Being in the same plant family, it is also not surprising to find hints of apple in the taste. It's like mixing blueberry, apple, and some nuttiness. Usually when biting into a juneberry, you end up biting into the seeds as well, making it taste like pie in your mouth. In my first few years in Bloomington, Eli and I were of the few people harvesting anything more than a nibble. People would walk by attempting to convince us that they were poisonous. Eli, as young as two or three years old, would explain that they were in the Rose family which contains no poisonous plants (though I'm aware the seeds contain mild cyanide, it gets excreted by your lungs during respiration). More people have been nibbling every year and some have started to harvest for storage. With the amount that are in town I am glad that others are eating them too. If Canadian growers are successful in marketing them as a superfood, then there might even end up being some competition for them.




This year we ended up with over 20 pounds brought home to preserve. There were countless pounds more that ended up in our bellies. We dried a lot of them. I am planning on making condiments with them along with some mulberries and cherries, but more on that later.

The nutritional composition of juneberries is similar to that of blueberries (even the spellcheck tries to make me change juneberries to blueberries). They are high in riboflavon, bioton, manganese, and iron. But aside from that, they are super delicious, prolific, and freely available.



Early summer is a busy time in Indiana for foraging..

I've been meaning to sit down and write some posts but it has been difficult with all the harvest and preservation, woodworking, and one other thing that is utilizing a lot of time right now. I love this time of year (well, I actually love every season and part of the year) as it holds a lot of memories for me. Eli and I have harvested berries and fruit together every year since he was born. Having been born in September he was eating solid foods by this time before he was one year old. Most notable on the list of fruits is juneberries (of which there will be a post about), mulberries, cherries, black raspberries, red raspberries, blackberries, and plums. All are ready in close proximity to one another but with some slight staggering. Juneberries and sweet cherries are done, and sour cherries are nearly done as well. Mulberries are still popping off. We're waiting on the rest. The last five years have been so hot that the fruit was ready earlier and in closer proximity in time. I'm enjoying the spread of this year due to having more time to process the harvest.




This year, I've been drying a lot of the fruit that we've harvested and tomorrow am going to begin with making some condiments out of juneberries and sweet cherries. The dried sour cherries taste like cherry pie filling without the processed taste. So good!


I've been doing what I can to keep up with most things that i want to harvest. Yesterday I got about a thousand grape leaves to use for lacto-ferment for later in the year. I dried a quart of rose petals fresh, and fermented and then dried another quart. I've dried a lot of herbs such as oregano, tarragon, and bronze fennel. With those things and the various things I did with spruce tips last month and with all that remains to be harvested before the end of fall, this should be a delicious winter!

Friday, May 31, 2013

A little bit about me...

"...taking what nature gives us and doing as little as possible to it to make it the best it can be.”  (Salumi)

This blog is to show my work in progress on making a handmade life. My interests are multifaceted but overlap to a large degree by revolving around food in some way…the harvesting, and processing tools and techniques; cooking, including styles, techniques, and different implements used; food fermentation, preservation techniques, and vessels; plant identification and use; hunting, fishing, and trapping; woodworking of bowls, spoons, wooden buckets for fermentation, wok steamers from local wood, utensils, serving dishes; and blacksmithing knives and tools. These aspects combine for a low-tech but rich life, with a deep connection to and knowledge of the local environment, as well as a specific taste from localized cuisine (i.e. wooden buckets as vessels for fermenting local foods with local bacteria).

I grew up at the edge of a town of 600 people, a little redneck riding around in three-wheelers, going squirrel hunting, and fishing for catfish. Industrial corn and soybean fields surrounded the town. Until the 70's, the town didn't have all the roads paved and people still had their own well water and outhouses.  My family had large gardens and lots of different fruit trees, bushes, and brambles. We'd collect chestnuts and pecans every year as well. It wasn't a place of my dreams (due to serious drug issues in the area, and not much intact nature besides the river region), but it was a great place to grow up. My family didn't have a lot of money, which I appreciate, as it afforded a greater degree of manual intelligence. I am also grateful for my parents trusting me to help at a young age, which allowed for learning and for gaining dexterous abilities.

My family relocated when I turned 16 and we moved to the biggest town in the county, which still only contained 4,900 people. This town was fully surrounded by fields. For most of high school, I skated and went to punk shows. There wasn't a lot to do in that area, and a lot of other people turned to drugs, which I decidedly stayed clear of. While in high school, I was somewhat unsure of specifically what I wanted my future to look like. I thought that I'd like to live in the city for a spell to meet like-minded people and to work on activist projects. I wanted to travel and work to help others, with dreams of a life in a rural area.

I moved to Indianapolis, IN upon graduating high school. I was involved in a number of activist projects there as well as with some international solidarity campaigns. With each passing year, I grew increasingly wearier of city life. In the beginning of my boredom with the city, I found three 60-acre patches of woods and roamed them regularly while carrying my newborn child in a sling. I set out to learn as many plants there as I could, as well as their edible and medicinal uses. I began to develop a plan for getting land much sooner than previously anticipated. I wrote out the things that I wanted to learn and the tools that I thought that I would need. The list has changed some over time, with items being added or excised. It's a diverse list of skills that will combine into one interlinked system. I neither want a hippy place to just sit and bliss out nor do I want to fumble my way through and be like Christopher McCandless (Into The Wild), consisting of all drive and little skill or wisdom.

Punk's DIY (Do It Yourself) ethics sadly don't seem to move beyond silk-screening your band's shirts, setting up your own tour, and assembling your own records and artwork. Usually when DIY in punk goes beyond that, it leaves a lot to be desired. There are so many useful dying crafts in this world, though fortunately many of them are currently being saved and revived with societal trends. When I began trying to learn various crafts was when some of those crafts were beginning to bud again. Information on various subjects is more readily available now. It seemed when I started, there were only really technical manuals written long ago or modern pieces with barely any information to go off of, due to the author knowing little about the subject they were writing. Now, there are a lot more intermediate level books and papers, which has increased my levels of understanding.

In trying to continue in this direction, my son, Eli, and I moved to Northern Minnesota early last year.  In 2010 and 2011, Eli and I had spent time in Michigan, Wisconsin, and Minnesota. We've been to the Ashland, WI area for the Traditional Ways gathering, as well as to visit friends. In Michigan, we would visit the Martha Wagbo Nature and Education Center and explore all the local natural areas. All were beautiful, but ultimately Minnesota had the most of what I wanted. The water is very clean with less fish advisories than other places. It's the southern limit for a number of boreal and sub-boreal fish that have spawning runs, and there are four salmon species in Lake Superior. There is the one million-acre Boundary Waters Wilderness and Canoe Area. North House Folk School is in Grand Marais, MN. There are abundant amounts of deer and other wildlife. There are a lot of people in the area with extensive knowledge on traditional crafts. Northern Minnesota feels like the place where my interests can bloom and coalesce into a fun and fruitful lifestyle.

I currently have an apprenticeship with Jarrod Stonedahl (woodspiritgallery.com). He lives near Odanah, WI with his family. He is an amazing and very knowledgeable green woodworker (“green” meaning fresh cut wood). He makes his living off of his wares and teaching. Since 2009 when I began attending and leading a few workshops at the Traditional Ways gathering, of which he is an organizer, I have been longing for an apprenticeship with him, so I am very excited to learn from him directly.

I was recently accepted as an instructor at the North House Folk School (northhouse.org). This fall 2013, I will be teaching a class on food fermentation, and a class on the breakdown and dry curing of a pig. Beginning in 2007, I've led plant identification walk focused on edibles and medicinals, and taught classes on creative uses of wild edibles and food fermentation. I've taught many other food related classes as well. I look forward to continuing with sharing information and skills both formally and informally.

While trying to live locally, I want to do it in a way that expands what is available to me, in a way that closes the fewest doors. If done with creativity and openness, increasing local aspects of my life can help create a more diverse and delectable diet, sense of place, and mental stimulation. With research of international techniques, the utility of locally available mammal, bird, fish, and plant species becomes infinite. Some foods are culturally avoided or were never explored by immigrants due to the food being outside their food prep context.  I envision my approach to life as if (immigrant) families from various places in the world moved to the Northwoods and searched for the flavors, techniques, and cooking implements of home with the foods and resources available locally and began sharing those tastes and techniques. The resulting mish-mash is my goal. Influenced by and respectful of tradition, while weaving all into a coherent system for my particular location.

I envision my approach to life as if families from various places in the world moved to the Northwoods and searched for the flavors, techniques, and cooking implements of home with the foods and resources available locally and began sharing those tastes and techniques. The resulting mish-mash is my goal. Influenced by and respectful of tradition, while weaving all into a coherent system for my particular location.

In the end, the open-source sharing of my skills and knowledge with others who share these interests is of utmost importance.........