Saturday, October 31, 2009

Canning Pumpkin

I had to wait until worker bee came home last night, to help me carve the top off our pumpkin. it was one tough pumpkin shell! I had to wait to start the canning process until today. After all, it is Halloween!!

I am going to save all these wonderful seeds for a future exchange or to give away.

Now, tell me...does this not look like an outy belly button? Wonder why I am thinking of that!?

Loads of compost!

This was a wonderful, creamy soup.

Friday, October 30, 2009

First Annual Seed Exchange

Dickinson College hosted the seed exchange today with about 30 area farmers, students and community members attending. This will most certainly grow and be a wonderful source of information exchange along with the seeds. It was nice hearing what resources are available in the area. Plus I got three kinds of peppers seeds, surprise popcorn, calla lilies, cilantro, dill and Jerusalem artichokes.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Monday, October 26, 2009

Pumpkin Eaters

This is a wonderful article from the New York Times. Click on the following title to go right to the NYT page. Here it is as well:

Pumpkin Eaters

New York Times 10/25/2009

Aix-en-Provence, France — THERE is a tendency among the French to welcome certain aspects of American life with immediate and uncritical enthusiasm: hamburgers, Jerry Lewis, baseball caps, elderly television series (“Starsky & Hutch” is still running on French TV), Westerns, Marlboro Lights, button-down shirts — these and much more besides have crossed the Atlantic to become firmly embedded in le lifestyle français.

The Celtic-by-way-of-America celebration of Halloween is one more example that has always stuck in my mind because it arrived in France about the same time that I did, 20 years ago.

I remember the moment well. I was passing the window of a shop that specialized in avant-garde underwear when my eye was caught by a small pumpkin, half-concealed behind the lacy thickets of a black brassiere. A hand-lettered sign tucked into the bra read, “N’oubliez pas l’alowine!” — as if one could ever forget Halloween when reminded of it in such an exotic fashion.

But there was a problem. In those unenlightened days, hardly anyone in France had the faintest idea of what alowine was. An informal survey among friends produced nothing at first but shrugs and incomprehension. I gave my respondents a clue in the form of a pumpkin. Ah, they said, soup. I tried again, this time with the date, Oct. 31, the eve of All Saints’ Day. Of course, they said, Toussaint, but this is not a day of pumpkins. Toussaint is marked here in France by the chrysanthemum. But how would you know that, being English? I retired hurt.

The years passed, and alowine scored one or two minor victories. I noticed a modest selection of cards, a sprinkling of pumpkins and the odd witch’s hat. But there was nothing to indicate that Halloween was having much of an impact locally until I happened to bump into M. Farigoule in the village cafe. (Here I should explain that M. Farigoule is my mentor — self-appointed — on all matters that have to do with correct behavior for a foreigner living in France, from table manners to income tax. He is an unrepentant chauvinist, a fund of misinformation and a prodigious consumer of rosé. I’m rather fond of him.)

It was the first morning of November, and M. Farigoule was seething with indignation. The previous evening, just as he was settling down in front of the television to disagree with the evening news, he had been disturbed by a thunderous clattering on his front door. On his doorstep, he found a gang of sooty-faced infants. One of them, holding up a hollowed-out pumpkin with a guttering candle inside, demanded bonbons. Why should I give you bonbons? asked M. Farigoule. Because it is alowine, was the reply.

M. Farigoule looked at me and shrugged, his expression a question mark. It was clear that he was not familiar with Halloween and its customs. At last it was my chance to teach him something. He listened while I described the cast of characters — the witches and hobgoblins, the skeletons and spirits of the dead, the Grim Reaper and his attendant vultures — and he seemed to understand the basic principles of trick-or-treating. It was when I was trying to explain the historical significance and traditional use of the pumpkin that I saw, from his elevated eyebrows and pursed lips, that I had touched a nerve.

“Do you mean to tell me,” he said, “that pumpkins all over America are massacred, with all that good honest flesh tossed away, simply to provide a primitive decoration?” He took a deep swig of rosé and shook his head. “Do our American friends know what treasures they’re missing? Pumpkin fritters! Pumpkin and apple sauce — so delightful with sausages! Then, bien sûr, there is Toulouse-Lautrec’s sublime gratin of pumpkin.

“And it must be said that Mme. Farigoule” — he raised his glass to the ceiling in a silent salute — “makes, during the season, a most exquisite pumpkin risotto.” He shook his head again. “No — to sacrifice a pumpkin for such a frivolous purpose as alowine is a waste, a terrible waste. Whatever next?” He allowed me to refill his glass while he recovered his composure, and our conversation moved on to the less sensitive topic of village politics.

Another, more official blow to Halloween’s standing in France was the reaction of a local authority, the school attended by my friend’s young children. One year, for reasons that continue to elude me, it was decreed that the pupils should celebrate Halloween by coming to school dressed in appropriately spine-chilling outfits: witches, of course, but also bloodstained ghouls, vampires, a variety of evil spirits and even a small, very hot human pumpkin swathed from head to toe in layers of orange toweling.

The following year saw a change in the school’s management. Alas for Halloween, the new principal was someone with more traditional views, and she was not sympathetic to the idea of fancy dress in the classroom, particularly when inspired by some ridiculous foreign novelty. When asked to explain why she had canceled Halloween, her reply was brief and to the point.

“It has nothing to do with us,” she said. “We’re French.”

The Pumpkin Risotto of Mme. Farigoule

The secret is in the preparation of the pumpkin. After removing seeds and fiber, cut the flesh into chunks, leaving the skin still attached. With your hands, mix the chunks in a bowl with 2 or 3 tablespoons of the best olive oil, salt and pepper, a tablespoon of fresh marjoram and a teaspoon of dried oregano. Lay the chunks on a baking tray, skin side down, and put them in the oven, which you have preheated to 425°F. When the chunks of pumpkin are soft and the edges are tinged with brown, remove from the oven and allow to cool, scrape the flesh from the skin and shred with a fork. Prepare your risotto in the usual way and once the rice is ready, stir in the pumpkin, along with freshly grated Parmesan and butter. (Mme. Farigoule’s tip is to be extra-generous with both cheese and butter.) Add a sage leaf for decoration, and a sprinkling of Parmesan, et voilà.

Peter Mayle is the author of “A Year in Provence” and the forthcoming novel “The Vintage Caper.”

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Chewing on the Pumpkin

I am not sure who is chewing on my 31 pound 'Cinderella' pumpkin, but they better stop! I may just cut it up, do my canning and seed saving before Halloween due to the varmints. You can just imagine this pumpkin turning into a coach for the ball, can't you? I am sure my Fairy G-d Mother would end up using the birdhouse gourd coach and that is what I would have to arrive at the ball in though. At least I would be there! :)

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Seed Exchange Potluck

I am very excited about this announcement which just came to my attention:

Date/Time: Friday, Oct 30, 2009 - 6:00 PM
Event: First Annual Seed Exchange Potluck
Working toward creating a regional seed bank.
Event Type: Lecture/Discussion
Location: The Depot
Fee: Free
Description: The College Farm and Pennsylvania Association for Sustainable Agriculture invite seed savers, food lovers, and those who want to learn more to the First Annual Seed Exchange Potluck. Bring a dish or beverage to share plus any seeds collected from this season that you are interested in sharing or exchanging. Please RSVP.

For more information:
Call 717-713-0275
Go to
Maybe I will see you there?

Friday, October 23, 2009

Squirrel Deterrent?

I covered the garlic bed with some plastic fencing we had left over from last year. I am hoping this is enough of a deterrent for the squirrels and their constant digging. If the squirrels frenzied digging and hiding of acorns is any indication of our winter to come, it will be a very hard one.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Planting Garlic

I planted my garlic today! I bought five soft neck bulbs from the Seed Savers Exchange. I really wanted to support this organization, but it was not cheap and they were shipped from pretty far away. I planted one Elephant Garlic (4 cloves), one Pskem River Garlic bulbs (8 cloves), one Bogatyr (8 cloves), and two Samarkind (16 cloves).

Mr. Hench saved some of his oak leaves for me to use as mulch to keep the little cloves warm and happy over the winter.
I still had four 12-inch squares I want to fill with garlic, so I am planting the cloves from the two organic garlic bulbs (14 cloves) I got from Dickinson College's Farm. I am not sure how they will do, but they were only seventy-five cents each, which is quite inexpensive compared to the Seed Savers prices. Plus they are as local as you can get. Time will tell if they grow well.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

DC Garlic and Produce

This is some of the produce I bought today at the Dickinson College stand at the farmer's market. Look at the radishes! They are HUGE!!


Mr. Hench's brother, Bill gave him some Horseradish Root for me to plant. I put it in next to the wall where the pumpkin was this year. It was unbelievably strong when I was cutting it up. Mr. Hench said, "This will clean out your sinuses pretty quick." He was right! He even gave me the green and red basket which will come in handy for harvesting next year.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Peppers Party

This one is rather odd, but still cute. Why do I keep seeing little babies in everything?

Such a perfect little thing!

I may try a pepper roasting recipe. Aren't they great?

Monday, October 19, 2009

Poof Mushrooms

In the back enclosure of the yard, we don't get much sun. These mushrooms were under some foliage we cleared out and when worker bee tried to pick them up, they would explode and give off a cloud of spores. Of course when I wanted to take a picture of the explosion, we could not get one to do it.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Fall Fashion

Mother Nature is putting on all her fall colors, and so is the mim...even her hair color! :)

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Grandma Rice's Homemade Applesauce

Making Grandma's Chunky Applesauce was a bit of work, but well worth it. I used just a bit of Organic Cane Juice Sugar and Cinnamon. The Red Delicious apples from the local farmer were very sweet to begin with, so no need for much sugar.