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Recent Writings

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13.5.13

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Earlier this year I made a great life decision. I ditched my lame day job for another, more interesting gig that is also fewer hours. My decision paid off, but now I’m busier than ever with writing stuff. Let me catch you up on why Biscuits of Today has felt a little neglected:

I kicked off 2013 with a guide to home cured charcuterie for Urban Farm. Thanks again to Bryan Butler of Salt & Time and Peter of cookblog for chatting with me!

I wrote a profile of Colby Smith of Smith & Smith Farms for Edible Austin. Colby did such a great interview that the piece pretty much wrote itself.

Each week, I’ve been writing part of Johnson Backyard Garden’s newsletter.

Two of my recipes (and a photo!) are in the Austin Food Bloggers Alliance cookbook, along with a blurb I wrote about Austin’s grocery store scene

I’m also writing regularly for Serious Eats as one of their Austin correspondents. I interviewed Paul Qui (omg!), Brandon Hunt from Via 313, and John Pennington of Winflo Osteria. I’ve also written about lots of sandwiches and did almost endless SXSW coverage. You can check out all of my Serious Eats stuff here.

Last month Slow Food Austin generously awarded me a scholarship to attend the most excellent Foodways Texas Symposium (bbq was this year’s theme), and I also wrote about that.

Of course there’s more stuff in the pipeline. I can’t wait to share it!

Royalty Pecan Farms Tour

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14.1.13

One of the first things you’ll notice about Austin is the pecans littering the sidewalks. When I first moved here, I foolishly gathered them while passerby looked at me like I was nuts (ha ha). Now I just take them for granted– almost every yard in town has a pecan tree. They’re our version of autumnal red leaves in New England.  And those sneaky squirrels usually get them before I do.

There are numerous pecan orchards all across the state. Back in October, I visited Royalty Pecan Farms in Caldwell, Texas. It lies in the Brazos River Bottom of Central Texas, which is traditionally cotton country. “River bottom soil is some of the most fertile in the world,” explained Rebekah Stallsworth, the daughter of orchard manager Andy Sherrod. She was raised on the property, home schooled there, and has worked in the orchard in almost every capacity. She’s truly a pecan expert.

As soon as we hopped into her SUV, we heard the squawking of a bird repel system masquerading as a hawk. “Crows are quite detrimental,” Rebekah said, “they can carry pecans off by the thousands of pounds per day.” Surprisingly, squirrels don’t cause too much trouble at the orchard– the real threats are deer and the pecan nut case bearer, a worm that lays eggs in the trees’ flowers and consumes pecans from inside the shell.

By the way, did you even know pecan trees had flowers? “They do, but you would never know it.” Rebekah told us. As wind pollinated nuts,  two or more trees of different cultivars must be present to pollinate each other. To accomplish this, they plant eight rows of dominant varieties, then two rows of complimentary varieties.  We drove deep into the orchard, looking down the seemingly endless rows of pecan trees with feathery green leaves.

Pecans are only harvested October through December, but caring for an orchard is a year round job. The trees need plenty of water, well over a thousand gallons per tree. They use a buried drip system for irrigation, located eight inches below the surface that secretes water efficiently so that every drop is used.

Apparently they can’t pick all these pecans by hand like I had naively believed. Harvesting requires lots of heavy duty equipment. In the fall, a shaker sends vibrations through the trunk of the tree, forcing the ripe pecans out. Next, a blower pushes the pecans and debris like twigs and leaves into the next rows. Eventually, it’s all consolidated into two wind rows.  Then a leaf vacuum comes through, and the harvester picks out the pecans. The nuts are then pushed through this massive green apparatus, or crank. It magically selects the good pecans based on weight!

The machine must be adjusted to reflect the different weights of different pecan varieties. Although there are hundreds of pecan cultivars, Royalty sticks to six: Choctaw, Cheyenne, Desirable, Gracross, Wichita, and Pawnee. all of them tend to be harder varieties, not the paper shell pecans that I used to see in Louisiana and Mississippi during my New Orleans days.

Pecan enthusiasts debate the virtues of each cultivar, but they all taste buttery and sweet to me. Harvest season was just starting in October, so I could try only the Choctaws. You can taste the different varieties side by side during the winter, but I’m sure the trees look sad and bare. Mid to late March is Rebekah’s favorite part of the month because the trees are “bright vibrant green, like the whole world is coming alive.”

 

Blue Light and Shorter Days

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04.12.12

 

Right now I’m a sloth. I’ve felt languid ever since the days started shortening. Typical me, I had grandiose catch-up plans for Thanksgiving break, but that never works. It turns out, I went back to Rhode Island to visit family and friends and lay on my parents’ couch and watch cable.

The days were even shorter in New England (I swear the sun started lowering at 3:30!). But a striking blue light covered everything at that magical hour. It made the cold and darkness worth it.

Now I’m back in Austin where it’s 80 degrees in December. Although I’m reluctant to admit the bright light makes me a bit peppier, I still long for chilly temperatures. The leaves are always oranger on the other side.

 

The Thrill of the Hunt

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02.12.12

It always starts with the lead ‘shroomer talking a big game. He makes grand promises of the mountains of chanterelles or bolletes that await.  Next thing you know, you’re fighting over a small piece of pluteus or chicken of the woods– the edible dregs of the mushroom world. The head ‘shroomer will scoff at any fungus you find, but when HE finds the same species,  you’d better plop down in the grass and listen to him expound upon it’s wonders.

In this chanterelle and morel-less state, you might find yourself getting excited over a polypore (you know, that boring shelf stuff growing on trees). One woman might quietly add, “Wood ear is supposed to be good for cholesterol.” And the mushroom man will proclaim, “Yes, wood ears ARE technically edible but no one in their right mind would want to eat them!” If she’s brave, she might offer a fascinating retort, “The Chinese use them in sweet and sour soup.” But the mushroom man will disregard such input– he’s the expert.

Or you could find yourself sitting around a camp fire with a kooky Russian drinking home-distilled spirits.  She’ll tell you innuendo-laden stories about tripping on magic mushrooms (ugh, I don’t want to think about that). Now all the ‘shroomers are really letting their spores loose– one man is playing the flute to get the mushrooms to come out (“come out, little mushrooms!” he sings), or trying to flirt with you by taking a picture of your eyeball. Later that night, while sharing a saggy old grandma bed with your friend, you’ll wonder– why the hell am I here?  And why do I feel slighted because they didn’t recognize me as the only one who found an amanita? Why do I even care? You didn’t even know what an amanita was until 4 hours ago.

There were two things I loved as a kid: wondering through the woods and Easter egg hunts. I loved veering off the path, climbing rocks, carving my way through brambles, looking inside dead trees. The stars haven’t quite aligned for me yet, so I take the ‘shroomers cast-offs. Mycologists are too cool to eat stuff like pluteus, honey mushrooms, and even puff balls.

You might not like how the head ‘shroomer conducts hunts, but you must endure it because the stakes are high. You’re at his mercy during a mushroom hunt— your life is in his hands. I can’t blow him off like I might do in other areas of my life. So I keep returning whenever the he says the weather is ripe for hunting. Someday I’ll find my golden egg.

Fun Times with Grow Your Own Mushroom Garden

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29.11.12

Once upon a time in New York I was gifted a shiitake mushroom log. I dutifully soaked it and placed it in a plastic container in my closet. Dustin feared mushrooms would start popping up in our tiny apartment, but that never happened. Actually, nothing ever happened. For months I held out hope that mushrooms would sprout, but mostly I was just too lazy to haul the gross log down five flights of stairs to the trash.

But Back to the Roots has made my dream come true. This kit is a brilliantly designed cardboard box containing a substrate inoculated with oyster mushroom spores. It also includes a spray bottle for spritzing twice a day for ten days until mushrooms appear. But they didn’t appear by that time. Taking cues from my log experience, I gave up spritzing. Then one day I walked into the guest room and saw glistening oyster mushrooms exploding from the bag! I don’t know if I’ll be able to grow $20 worth of mushrooms, but it’s been a fun activity overall. I’m always on the lookout for new hobbies/ ways to waste my time.

 

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