What To Do With Too Much Cilantro

We let cilantro go to seed in our garden each year, so it comes up on its own year after year.  Which is a good thing for tacos or pico de gallo.  But when the cilantro becomes a jungle of cilantro, what do you do?

It's good!  The flavor is so powerful; the fragrance so pungent.  Some people don't like it and say it tastes like soap, but we like it!

I decided we'd try to find something else to do with cilantro besides the same old same olds.  We love basil pesto.  I wonder if you could make cilantro pesto?  Why, yes you can!  You'll need:

1/2 cup pecans,
2 cups cilantro
2 garlic cloves
1/2 cup olive oil
1 1/2 TBS lemon juice
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon pepper
1/4 cayenne pepper

This takes all of about five minutes to pull together.  Mix it up for a bit in the food processor.  It has a nice bright green color to it and is very fragrant!

The wife got some angel hair pasta going and added the cilantro pesto to it.  Delicious!

She also cut some baguettes up into little slices and toasted them to make crostini.  We spooned some cilantro pesto on the warm crostini.  That's a nice little appetizer, I tell ya!

Although the official recipe didn't call for it, I think if you'd grate up some Parmesan cheese into the pesto, it would kick the cilantro pesto into overdrive.  We're going to try that next time.  I don't think it is possible to eat all the cilantro that is out there in the garden, but this recipe gives us another option.  Warm weather will cause the cilantro to bolt to seed.  That means more cilantro for next year!

More About Wolves

As I drive the backroads and even main roads of Louisiana, I see lots of roadkill on the highways.  Lots of raccoons, possums, deer, armadillos.  I see many mink that lay flattened and dead and do a little fist pump and rejoice as I pass them due to what they did to our flock of chickens.  We're still recovering from that.  Predators are just a fact of life.  If you have animals, there are always other animals higher on the food chain that are just obeying the instinct that the Good Lord gave them.

Fortunately, as human beings created in the likeness and image of God, we're higher on the food chain than they are, and many times, we are forced to take matters into our own hands.  Many predators are buried in our garden and grow wonderful vegetables for us.  A t-shirt I would love to have states, "Compost Your Enemies" on it.  That's not very Christian-like, now is it?  By enemies, I mean mink, raccoons, owls, possums, red tailed hawks, and coyotes.  Those do a lot of damage to livestock and birds around here.

In our last post, I said a comment about wolves.  I want to talk a little more about wolves.  Wolves have been extirpated in Louisiana.  That means none exist in the wild.  They disappeared in the area due to losing their habitat, being mixed with coyotes, and hunted out, despite once being numerous.  I've seen foxes in the area, but never a wolf.

But like I said, that wasn't always the case.  The news clipping below from the Basile Weekly from 1993 shows a group of serious looking characters posing with guns in front of a hotel in Oberlin, Louisiana in 1936.  They aren't playing around.  The article states that wolves had been killing sheep in the area and they were protecting the livestock.  The caption is cut off but there must have been a bounty on the wolves as it states "... for each wolf killed."  I wish I could find the first part of that sentence.  When I was crawfishing, there was a bounty on nutria rats.  You could bring in the tail of a nutria and get $5 for each tail!

The reason I have this clipping is because the gentleman second from the left in the overalls was my great-grandpa.  We called him Big Grandpa.  He was born in 1884 and died in 1973, making him 89 years old when he passed away. 

 I can barely remember him as I was young when he died.  I do remember going to his house and collecting eggs from a hen house with him, but that's about it.  He's buried in Durio Cemetery right smack dab in the middle of our family farm in Oberlin, Louisiana.  I tip my hat to these gentlemen.  If not for them, wolves might be hunting our goats as I type this on a Tuesday night.  I hear coyotes howl at night around our place, but fortunately no wolves.  Thanks Big Grandpa!

Tough Men in Tough Times

We like to play ice-breaker games - more on ice-breakers in a moment.  These are games we play around the table to spark conversation.  They usually start with, "If money was no object, where are the top 5 places that you'd like to visit?" or "If you could have any super-power, what would it be?" or "If you got a new vehicle, what color paint would you choose? or "What was your favorite family vacation that we've been on?"  The list goes on and on, but you get the point.  We go around the table and share our answers.  It spurs further conversation and/or changes in our original answers.

The other night before bed, Tricia remarked, "I like my name, but if I was to choose another name, I think I'd like the name Olivia.  It's such a pretty name."  She then asked, "If you could choose another name for yourself, what would it be?"  Good question.  I took my brain out of neutral and put it into low gear.  I began to think first of nicknames.  Have you ever had a nickname?  When I worked for the helicopter company, I had an office with my name outside the door.  It's the one you see below:

A coworker there of whom I'm still in contact with gave me the nickname "Cornbread" because of my 'country' ways, I guess.  He turned the nameplate over and wrote my nickname on my name plate and slid it back on the wall.  I still have it:

But I digress.  The question wasn't about a nickname.  Tricia asked me what name I would like if not Kyle.  I thought and came up with an answer.  I told her, "I think I'd like to be named, Wolfgang."  "Wolfgang?" she responded, "Really?"  "Yes, really," I told her.  "There are many famous Wolfgangs," I said.  She asked, "Who?"  I said "Well, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart for starters.  And then there's Wolfgang Puck, the famous chef.  You can't leave out Wolfgang Van Halen, the son of Eddie Van Halen and Valerie Bertinelli."  "But you would have been teased at school," she continued.  "No, they'd shorten it and call me "Wolf" and wolves are tough," I answered.

She thought my answer was weird, but that's okay.  I guess I'd be a lone wolf or maybe I'd join a wolfpack.  Back to ice breakers.  I just finished reading the following audiobook, and I highly recommend it.

Endurance.  It is a true story and it's named after the ship that Ernest Shackleton and his crew were on in their 1914 expedition to cross Antarctica.  The Endurance became caught in ice and the pressure eventually destroyed and sunk the Endurance.  That started a harrowing adventure in which the men lived on the ice.  In order to survive, they had to eat their dogs.  In order to live, they also killed and ate penguins and seals and sea leopards, which weigh over 1,100 pounds.  Their adventure lasted almost 2 years.  Most had given them up for lost but all 28 men survived!  They braved conditions so cold that you can't imagine it.  At some point, Shackleton and a few others left some of the men and sailed on a small lifeboat over 800 miles as it was their only chance for survival.  Well, they made it.  They organized a rescue mission to go get the men they had left on Elephant Island.  They succeeded!

This story was an amazing story about leadership, perseverance, and a positive, never give up attitude.  As the book ended, I was left with the thought that: "Those were men back then.  They just don't make 'em like that anymore."  As you read it, you just can't fathom what they went through.  You're left wondering what you would have done.  How would you pass the time?  I guess playing "ice-breaker" games while your ship was stuck in the ice would have helped build camaraderie while you waited.  At one point as they were starving, they went around the table and planned a menu for which time at which they'd be rescued, naming their favorite foods on all courses.

Our Maker's Acres Police Blotter

A crime has occurred on our homestead farm.  We've got to get to the bottom of it.  Earlier this week I planted a 40 foot section of the garden in the side yard with Irish Potatoes.  I had them cut up and they scabbed over and 1/4 growth from the eyes of each section began growing.  The soil was just right, and I got them all planted in one afternoon.  It was one of those times where you put your hands on your hips and look over your handiwork with satisfaction, thinking about seeing the fresh green growth of potatoes peering out of the soil and leaf mulch I had covered it in.

The next day, I noticed one of our white chickens outside the pasture fence in the side yard.  Upon seeing me, she ran and found a gap in the wire that separates the pasture from the yard and wriggled through, scurrying back to the barn.  As I walked back by the potato patch, I saw that this hen had scratched up where I had planted the potatoes.  Several of the seed potatoes were exposed and this one in the photo below, in particular, had a peck mark in the bottom from her wicked little beak.

It made me angry.  It seems every time that you try to do something, there is an equal and opposite reaction of something trying to destroy what you attempted to do.  Such is the state of our fallen world.  But you don't give up.  You keep trying.  I went looking for the perpetrator and encountered a gaggle of hens by the barn sitting on a rail.  It was almost as if this was a police line up where, from behind one-way glass, you pick out the perp.  I notice that 3 of the 4 hens face me in the line up and look innocent.  But there's this one hen, who has a guilty look about her.  She won't even face forward for identification.

As I looked her over closely, my stare provoked her to hop down.  She looked down in shame for the devastation that she had wrought over our potato patch.

What should I do?  I'm not going to lie and say that capital punishment wasn't thought of.  She would make a mighty fine chicken gumbo and our profligate poultry potato perpetrator would have her career of mischief nipped in the bud.  It would satiate my need for vengeance.  However, she lays eggs.  I had to take a long view of the situation.  I did a quick cost-benefit analysis and determined that she is more valuable to me alive than dead.  The hen was brought before the courtroom for sentencing and received a pardon.  She is on probation, however, and if other misdeeds are found, we'll deal with her swiftly. 

So how do we keep her honest?  The hog wire on the perimeter fence of the pasture is approaching 18 years old.  It's rusty in places and will eventually have to be replaced.  That is a costly job and just too big of a job for me to tackle right now.  So I did the next best thing.  I got some electrified poultry netting down from the rafters of the barn and strung it around the potato (and garlic and lettuce) patch.

Will it work?  We shall see.  Can the hen be rehabilitated?  Or will she be a recidivist and lapse into her former criminal deeds, resulting in re-arrest, conviction and incarceration?

Our electric netting will attempt to keep her honest, but it's up to her.  If she falls off the wagon, the big pot is waiting near the stove, and the weather is still cool enough to make a roux and get some sausage and green onions and make a big chicken and sausage and okra gumbo!

Giving the Honeybees a Jump Start

It is 79 degrees right now and feels like spring (or even early summer).  It won't be long now until we see new growth on trees and other plants.  The songbirds were singing loudly this morning, signaling their happiness in the change of seasons.  That's not saying that we won't get another freeze or frost, but the long range forecast through February 25th shows the lowest temps at 52 degrees with highs in the upper 70s on most days.

It's time to feed the bees!  We want to make sure they have enough stores of food to make it until the pollen and nectar starts flowing, especially since we pulled honey this fall.  Many bees starve in the early spring.  Lots of beekeepers feed their bees with sugar water, but we opt for a more natural food source.  We are feeding them back some of their own honey.  

When we pulled honey, we processed the beeswax in a crockpot with a little water.  This process separates the honey and water from the beeswax as the beeswax, upon cooling, will solidify at the top.  The remaining honey/water mixture is frozen in gallon-sized Ziploc bags for what we are about to do.

Honey water thawed and ready to feed to the bees

We use a large rubber feed tub in which we fill partially with pine straw.  The pine straw is used as a flotation device so that the bees have something to stand on while drinking the honey water.  If you don't do this, and we learned the hard way, many bees drown in the sticky concoction.  I then poured the honey water over the pine straw into the feed tub.

This was done at 8:06AM

The honeybees weren't moving until around 10AM, but at that time they found it.  Like a bad rumor being spread, the first bee that located this feed source reported back to one of the four hives and before you knew it, all the bees in all four hives were clamoring to get it.  There was a steady stream of bees from the hive to the honey water.  You quickly understand the term beeline.  They made a beeline for the honey!

It was a little dangerous to be this close to them without my bee suit.  The buzzing was loud and they were getting after it.

Here's a close-up shot of the bees getting their fill of the honey:

We took the photo below at 12:45PM, right after lunch.  There was absolutely nothing left.  Even the pine straw that once was a sticky mess had been scoured dry.  We have a few more bags of honey water and we'll be feeding them once a week until our supply runs dry.

By 12:45PM the cupboard was bare!

They bring all this back to the hive and fill cells in the frames and they'll use this as a feed source.  What feeding the bees also does is "fool" the queen into thinking that the bees are bringing in nectar - that it is spring.  She'll immediately begin to lay more eggs as she knows she needs more workers to gather pollen and nectar since it is spring, even though it's not quite spring yet.  This gives the hives a jump start, so that when spring actually arrives, there are enough bees to do all the work.  In economic terms, it is 'full employment.'  This also relates to more honey production, which is good for the colony and good for us too!

Come Sail Away With Me

It was vacation time for our family.  Last week we departed on a 5 day cruise out of Galveston on the Royal Caribbean's Mariner of the Sea.  I think there were around 3,100 passengers and 1,800 crewmembers aboard.  We headed down for stops in Costa Maya and Cozumel.  The ship got to a top speed of 20 knots as it traveled through waters as shallow as 30 meters and as deep as 3,600 meters (over 2 miles deep)!

We just couldn't resist doing the "King of the World" pose that Jack and Rose did.

We caught some breathtaking sunsets on the deck of the ship!

For most of the trip, the seas were calm, but one night they fastened all the deck chairs and wouldn't let anyone out on deck. The seas got rough and they distributed barf bags.  It was very loud that night with the waves hitting the ship.  

The water in the Gulf was a beautiful blue color!

We were able to see the beauty of God's creation and yes, I did think of Noah's ark!

Our cabin attendant kept our room clean and fashioned little animals out of towels to keep us entertained.

There was lots to keep us entertained though.  We went to see wonderful shows with singers and dancers and ice skaters.  We watched karaoke and pianists, reggae and jazz musicians.  We took part in trivia contests and logged a number of miles on a walking trail.  We went to a gym and worked out and sat in a sauna and steam room.  We watched the movie F1 on the pool deck one night.  Tricia even took part in a country line dance class on the promenade.

And did we ever eat!  We started off eating at Jamie Oliver's restaurant and then ate at the dining room where we got spoiled with 3 course meals on white tablecloth.  I can't explain how good the service was.  Wow!  On the last night, the head chef came out and said that when they left port, they left with 235,000 pounds of food and when they get back, there will be none left!

Here we are at the first port of call:

Costa Maya:

Our next stop was Cozumel:

We had a snorkeling excursion booked, but it was canceled due to strong winds moving in, so we rented a taxi for 3 hours and had him take us to the nicest beaches to go swim.

The water was beautiful and we enjoyed going out, catching waves and body surfing back to the beach.

It was a real nice time, for sure!

I don't know how this became a thing, but passengers bring ducks on the ship and hide them for you to find.  We found many, many ducks.

We had left on Monday morning and on Saturday morning, we pulled back into port at Galveston as the sun rose in the eastern sky as we overlooked the scene on the balcony of our cabin.

It's nice to get away, but it's also nice to get home!  There's no place like home.  (Except at home, we have to actually cook and clean and there's no one to serve us.)  Thanks Dad and Mom for taking care of the animals while we were cruising!

Preserving the Cauliflower Harvest

Gardening can be a funny thing.  Some years, even though you do everything you've always done, the yield is less than desirable.  This year the sweet potato harvest was lackluster, at best.  Some years, though, everything clicks on certain crops.  This year the cauliflower harvest can best be described as a bumper crop.  That term originates from the 19th century when things exceptionally large were termed as "bumper."

Before the big freeze we harvested all the cauliflower as exposing the heads to a deep freeze causes the cauliflower to become mushy and damaged.  We ate all we could, but decided we would need to blanch and freeze the excess so that we could preserve the harvest and eat it throughout the upcoming weeks and months.

Cauliflower grows with large leaves that curl around the head, leaving the head mostly protected.  As a result, the heads are snowball white, clean, with no blemishes or damage.  Tricia and I formed a quick assembly line, cutting off any remaining leaves and stem bottoms.  The upper portions of the stem are tasty and edible. 

We disassemble the heads, cutting them into florets a little larger than a golf ball.  While we are working on this, we get a pot of water boiling.  We also clean the sink and fill with cold water and ice.  We're about ready to get things going.

With the water at a full boil, we drop a batch of cauliflower into the water.  Once the water is boiling, we start the timer for three minutes.  It takes 3 minutes to blanch cauliflower.  Blanching the cauliflower (or any vegetable) does a couple of things: it preserves the color and it preserves the texture prior to freezing.

The beeper goes off, alerting Tricia that it's time to take it out.  I say "alerts Tricia" because I can't hear the beeper.  The timer sounds at a frequency that I cannot hear.  Years of running a crawfish boat with no hearing protection (my fault entirely) have resulted in hearing loss of certain frequencies.  There are worse afflictions, I suppose.  

Once the beeper sounds, we quickly remove the blanched cauliflower into a colander, allowing the hot water to drain out, and then we put the cauliflower into the cold water bath.  We want to immediately stop the cooking process.  To do so, we add more ice to the sink as needed.  Simultaneously, we put another batch of cauliflower florets into the water and start the whole process over again.  Rinse, wash, repeat... Literally.

Once the cauliflower has cooled, we bag it up into quart-sized Ziploc bags and put them into the deep freeze.  We yielded nine bags.

Of course, we did hold back 3 or 4 cauliflower heads to put in the crisper in the fridge and we'll eat that over the next week or so.  We always like to eat as much as we can fresh from the garden, but it's always important to be able to preserve the harvest.