See Photo 21 on "What Did You Eat This Weekend?".....
From the AP, dateline Tripoli, this morning:
"One resident said pro-Gadhafi security forces man checkpoints around the city of 2 million and prowl the city for any sign of unrest. She told The Associated Press that the price of rice, a main staple, has gone up 500 percent amid the crisis, reaching the equivalent of $40 for a five-kilogram (10-pound) bag.
Bakeries are limited to selling five loaves of bread per family, and most butcher shops are closed, she said."
CNN reporter Ben Wedeman tweets: "Food supplies not reaching Benghazi because of unrest. City has two month's reserves. Benghazi businessmen feeding thousands of South Asian, African migrant workers waiting to be evacuated."
TERRA CEIA — On a recent Sunday, when world attention was riveted on the Super Bowl in Dallas, Curtis D. Hemmel was occupied with the usual primal matters. The football game, the closeups of big-bosomed celebrities in the bleachers and the clever ads on his big-screen television meant nothing to him because of what was happening behind his house.
In addition to citrus and clams, Citrus Place in Terra Ceia sells cheese and butter products produced in Ohio from Amish cows' milk, ta da.
"Anything perishable, fragile, hazardous, ghastly....?"
Foodie, pondering lying, then responding truthfully, "Uh, fruit."
USPS: "What kind of fruit?"
Foodie: "Starfruit and citrus."
USPS: "Florida state law forbids the mailing of citrus."
USPS: "Only shippers may mail citrus out of the state."
Foodie, dramatically, " Oh please. This is just a bit of fruit, to my family freezing their buns off in Maine-and most of it is starfruit."
USPS: "That's citrus."
Foodie, earnestly: " No, actually starfruit is not citrus, it's carambola, oddly a member of the Oxalis family, native most likely to Sri Lanka."
USPS: (moment of silence )
USPS, sighing, turning box around to type in zip code: "Do you want delivery confirmation, insurance with that?"
Foodie: " No, and thank you sooooo much!"
Massive cheers rise from the crowd behind me in line at the PO. (Not.)
ps Easier to buy a handgun on the street in Florida, done by a 16 year-old recently, than to mail fruit!?
"Over 2,000 stranded Ghanaians in Benghazi, Libya, are said to be feeding on left-overs dumped in dust-bins, for survival. One of them, Mohammed Kamal confirmed this to Joy News in an interview, Thursday.
Ghanaians and other black Africans in the troubled North African country are said to be targets of anti-government protesters.
The blacks are accused of working as mercenaries for the Libyan leader Muammar Gaddafi whose 40-year reign is under siege."
A private school I know has a geographic tradition---third graders do a wacky play about the USA, and then they head into the hallway to observe/exclaim over/ eat a cake. A USA comprised of more than 50 pieces, Texas, like Gaul, has three parts, Alaska two, for example, the cake display attempts to give each state its due, with some receiving more attention than others. This year Florida was lavishly decked out, Tennesee was fairly bare, New Mexico had its alien but no chiles (!!), and Idaho lacked potatoes. (Perhaps the bakers were not foodishly-inclined.) South Dakota was an actual map, finely done, and The District of Columbia traditionally is a cupcake. Hmmm.
The cake is about 6 feet long, and half as wide, and some of us muttered over the spatulas before diving into Wisconsin or Maine, "Where are the homemade bits?"
And thank you, parents!
Mammals in Oklahoma stare down a twister, cleverly created from a paper cup.
As anyone with common sense would assume, early people foraged widely and inventively for their food. By foragers, of course I mean women, who had to keep their families fed on a daily basis, not just once every two weeks when the guys scored a deer or a moose. People ate grubs, mice, birds, bunnies, roots, fish, and berries, among other things.
Each other? A recent archaeological find in central Alaska coordinated by the University of Alaska, Fairbanks, raises this possibility---researchers found bones dating back close to 12,000 years ago likely belonging to a three year-old, charred bones. Hmmm. Tender young flesh. One Michael Kunz, with the Bureau of Land Management, Fairbanks, tossed this into the fire, so to speak, as a theory.
According to the AP story,
"The body was found buried in the fire pit, Kunz noted via e-mail, and "the bones that are missing are the bones that have the most flesh on them and would most likely be used for food."
"Cannibalism among humans is not new news," added Kunz, who was not part of ( Ben A.)Potter's team, ( of the University.)
The child more likely was cremated...
The bones, the earliest such found in the American Arctic, were in a settlement camp, not the hunting camps thus far excavated, along with a hearth, handtools, and the small bones of animals like squirrels.
To help you select the plants that prefer your climate, use the "Zones of Hardiness Map" published by the United States Department of Agriculture. This map divides the United States and Canada into 11 zones. Because winter cold is, in most regions, the single greatest threat to plant survival, the zones are divided according to the average monthly temperature they experience locally.
Hey---it's warm here in Florida, my bin-growing zucchini will blossom soon, and Martha is already pushing gardening in her mag ( though usually for an East Coasty environment,) and March is almost here, people!
Built in the Green Revival style in 1830, Pomegranate Hall was the home of an attorney and judge originally from New Jersey, Nathan Sayre. Scholars today note this was the place where Sayre and his free woman-of-color partner, Susan Hunt, raised three children, possibly behind false walls.
Pomegranate Hall originally was situated on several acres, where Sayre had vineyards and pomegranate trees planted, and apparently (with slave help, no doubt) made his own wine. While relatively exotic to the natives of Sparta, Georgia, the pomegranate, a native of Persia, would have been highly familiar to the natives of Sparta, Greece and environs.
Burned in recent years, Pom Hall is in need of repair and restoration. A website devoted to that task is here.
FYI If you fancy native American-made Southwest "squash blossom" necklaces, be warned. The blossoms are actually modeled after those of pomegranates, a popular motif on Spanish buttons...
( There is a Pomegranate Council, based in Sonoma, CA, ready to answer all your pomegranatenacious inquiries.)
"Can a city famous for its beefy pols, mobsters and steakhouse politicking handle a Sarah Lawrence College graduate who wore tights, eats organic, swims and does yoga, a lithe spirit who has more facility with Martha Graham’s version of “Apollo” than the Bulls’ place in their division?
“I’ll eat grass-fed steaks,” he (Rahm) smiles. “Hey, I love steak, though I’ve cut down. My grandfather was a truck driver for Scandinavian Meats. I’m not interested in changing the culture of this city. I’m interested in changing how we do business.”
ps Shikakwa in native American lingo meant "stinky onion," and French traders redid the name into something resembling Chicago. The abundant onions likely were "onion grass," a chive-like edible weed.
If you can find this place, Linger Lodge, nominally in Bradenton, Florida, you'll be glad you brought the entire family, kids, aging Aunties and all. There truly is something for everyone, even laundry nuts. Since this is a campground/RV park, you can toss your scummies in a machine while you wait for your order of frogs' legs.
The Lodge is set on the Braden River, alive with fowl and gators--they had not yet woken up from winter when we were there--and the kayaking is dandy. You can rent a log cabin, sheets provided, or park your RV. Or simply eat at the restaurant, and then stroll past assorted dead animals, preserved lovingly by a former owner, the taxidermist.
A crude sign with current offerings, some arrows, the words "Juice Orang," one turns in and goes down the lane, and there you are. In Bradenton, Florida, on the Gulf Coast, in the midst of suburban housing, this is citrus central---a ramshackle grove dating back to the 1930's, presided over by a person reminiscent of Pat, the sexually androgenous character on "Saturday Night Live" back in the day, and dogs---friendly, largeish dogs.
This week--Temples, Ruby Reds, lemons, and a handful of Honey Belles.
Among the many joys of this part of Florida, the west coast, the Gulf on one side, Tampa Bay on the other, are offbeat stands like this one. And another just before the bridge that leads back to St Petersburg---a place selling farmed clams, citrus, fresh orange juice, and Amish cheese products, where the owner was born in the house behind the store, on a island whose name in Spanish means "Heavenly Land."
Scruffy, tattered, misshapen, this tree produces succulent Temple oranges. The best citrus looks tainted--discolored, slightly rough--the ones that the supermarket tosses because YOU, the consumer, want perfect, round globes in Crayola orange. ( OK, maybe not YOU, but some poor misguided soul.)
"Gardener's World" tv presenter Alys Fowler fondles spuds at Ryton Gardens, Warwickshire, on the UK's National Potato Day, fiddles about re varieties, and spotlights the views of Scots potato grower and promoter, Alan Romans. Honoring the powerful potato has been one of our key missions since 1975, when we established The Potato Museum, an endeavor that recently led to our development of an exhibition called "Spuds Unearthed," on display for several months at the US Botanic Garden in Washington, DC.
(Video courtesy guardian.co.uk)
ROBERT F. BUKATY | AP FILEA lobster with a tag identifying it as a “certified Maine lobster” is held in Portland in July 2006. Officials said estimates for the 2010 lobster season point to the highest yearly catch ever.
Their farm is a six-hour drive from most potential customers — so far that their longtime processor, HP Hood, gave up on them in 2009, convinced that no one would never make a profit hauling milk such a vast distance.