(If you click on the images for larger ones, you can make out the skunk.)

The AT hike in my previous post occurred during archery hunting season, which I’m basically ok with (using a simple economic analysis, I assume that because arrows cost much more than bullets, archers will be more careful about their targets than gun users).  But gun hunting season is now beginning in earnest, and I make it a practice to stay out of the woods during that period.  I don’t particularly like it, but hunting is definitely part of the local culture and fortunately nearby Shenandoah National Park, where hunting is banned, is a safe alternative.

The pictures above actually tell a different story.  Our two neighbors down the hill phoned us one Sunday morning in June and said that a rabid skunk was heading up our way and they were following it with a rifle.  I went out back and found that the skunk had entered our outer chicken run.  However it fairly quickly left it and started into our woods.  Our neighbor Frank started shooting at it, but the skunk quite nonchalantly managed to escape the bullets popping around it.  It ambled down toward the road, where Derek succeeded in killing it.  Just as it was hit, the skunk let out its tell-tale smell, which sent us all running!

Now the fact the skunk seemed so unconcerned about the bullets flying around it seemed to confirm the diagnosis of rabies, and that may have been so.  However, another local friend who knows a lot about these things says that skunks, knowingly armed with their highly effective stink, don’t frighten easily, and so it’s possible that it was simply exhibiting the self-assured nonchalance of the species.  (The frequency of run-over skunks on the road might suggest the downside of that self-assurance.)  Either way, it stinks!

Having hiked the 45 miles of the Appalachian Trail in Nelson County last year, I’m starting on the trail as it goes south into Amherst County.  Today I hiked, with Dave Pfeiffer, an 8.5 mile stretch from Salt Log Gap to Route 60 that includes two cleared summits, Tar Jacket Ridge and Cold Mountain, that offer great views in all directions. Most leaves had fallen at the higher elevations, but there was still nice color below.  A beautiful, if somewhat hazy, fall day for a hike.

    

   

While Monika and I were in Maryland last weekend, mice apparently found my peanuts curing on screens in the kennel and devoured a substantial proportion of them.  But about three-quarters remained with no or limited damage, and so today I roasted them in the oven.  I shelled the damaged ones and left the rest in their shells.  You spread them on baking sheets and put them in a 350 degree oven: 20 minutes for peanuts in their shells and 25 minutes for shelled peanuts.  (This may seem counter-intuitive, but the air in the shells heats up and cooks them faster.)  It’s important to let the peanuts cool completely before eating–only then do they become crisp and exhibit their full roasted flavor.  They were yummy!

To make peanut butter, I put one cup of shelled peanuts and 1/2 teaspoon of salt in a food processor.  While processing, I added about two tablespoons of  vegetable oil and about a tablespoon of honey.  The result was  the most tasty peanut butter we’ve ever had!

Spy Rock on the Appalachian Trail nearby remains my favorite local walk, with a 360 degree panorama, almost all wilderness and mountains.  Autumn foliage wasn’t quite at its peak, but the colors were still nice.

  

This year I tried out two distinctively Southern crops I’d never grown before: cowpeas and peanuts.  Cowpeas, also known as southern peas, were brought to the American south by enslaved Africans.  They come in many varieties, the most well-known being black-eyed peas.  They have a high protein content and are easy to grow.  Being a legume, an added benefit is that they fix nitrogen in the soil.  I chose to grow a variety from Baker Creek called Six Week Purple-Hull Cowpea.  A package of seeds produced about five cups of dry beans.  A great thing about cowpeas is that if you just leave them on the plant until the pods are dry, they’re pretty much instantly ready for storage.  This one has a particularly nice buttery and nutty taste.

 

Peanuts originated in South America; the Spanish encountered them first in what is today Mexico.  It’s been surprising to me how many people don’t know that peanuts grow mainly underground–I learned this early living in Tanzania, where peanuts are known as groundnuts.  The nuts grow mostly underground on string-like tethers from the many branches of the plant.  They take at least four months to mature, but they are heat and drought tolerant.  To harvest, one loosens the plant with a pitchfork and then pulls it out.  A single plant can have 50-70 peanuts, although some may have considerably less.  You leave the nuts on the plant to begin drying for a few days, then remove them and dry them on a screen for about three weeks.   After all the nuts have been cured, roasted peanuts and homemade peanut butter are on the agenda!

Of course, the classic crop of Southern planters, from colonial days well into the twentieth century, was tobacco, which devastates the soil, quite apart from its other pernicious effects.  Decaying tobacco barns still dot the countryside here, but Nelson County is happily making an agricultural transition to healthier and more varied harvests.  Just today we bought a quart of sorghum molasses at the annual Sorghum-making festival down the road, and a bushel of Fuji apples at a nearby orchard!


Sorghum stalks being fed into press;
the resulting juice  is then boiled down

Even here in the country, there are sometimes lines….

Reminder: all pictures on this blog may be clicked on for a larger one


Biking the Blue Ridge Railway trail along the Piney and Tye Rivers

Meeting my former Harvard roommate Joe Persky (and his son Dan)
at Big Meadows, Shenandoah National Park

 

Hiking along the James River Heritage Trail from Lynchburg across Percival Island and over to the Amherst County side of the river and back.

Revisiting outlooks over Rockfish Valley along Blue Ridge Parkway and I-64 that helped convince us to move here.

 

This box turtle was sauntering along our woodland path this morning, just like me.

August 20, 2012

I harvested most of our potatoes mid-July, but in the past few days, as I’ve dug up part of the potato patch for plantings for the fall garden, I’ve been coming across the ones I missed.  So I’m still harvesting!  We estimate a total harvest of about 170 pounds of three varieties of yellow potatoes (Satina, Carola, Yukon Gold) and one white potato (Kennebec).   While Satina was the most productive, Monika’s and my eating favorite so far this year has been the Carolas–nice color and great texture and flavor, especially when boiled, mashed, or fried.  Our onions were grown from sets rather than seeds, and experience seems to be teaching, as the gardening literature suggests, that onions grown from sets don’t store all that well.  We’ve had to throw out quite a few soft ones, and next year I’ll try seeds instead.  They taste fine, though.

 

We continue to get a steady flow of cucumbers, and several varieties of squash, including the prolific and interestingly-shaped Zucchini Rampicante, pictured above near the row of sunflowers we planted this year.  Several varieties of pole beans are now coming along strong, and butternut, spaghetti, and acorn squash have spread out extensively and appear to be ripening nicely.  Most of our first original tomato plants, after an initial period of high productivity, have succumbed to heat and wilt, but we’re just beginning to get tomatoes from a second planting of wilt-resistant hybrids that I planted in early July.

 

Our eleven chickens continue to give us 6-8 eggs most days, despite the heat.  Between the barred rock on the left and the Rhode Island Reds on the right, Monika holds Poet, one of our two Black Australorps, who has the misfortune to be at the bottom of the local pecking order and therefore gets extra TLC from time to time.

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