Monday, August 20, 2012

Schweinmal

I've been lucky enough to have been served schweinmal/hog-mal/ pig stomach on three occasions in Lancaster County. I like it- despite the fibrous thing I once imagined, I've found it much like a roast beef...

The stomach simply serves as a casing for sausage and potatoes. I understand it's becoming harder to come- by. Often served with pepper cabbage.

Around Thanksgiving of 2010, I was invited to have schweinmal at my friend Robin's home. We had a nice evening of good food and conversation. Many people have welcomed me into their homes and fed me in Lancaster County, and this was a memorable evening. Robin is an excellent cook- I'm sure I had seconds.

Susquehanna River Flood - September 2011

I was home sick one day last September, unable to speak... And the nearby Susquehanna River rose 27'.

It was quite a thing to look outside... I live in an elevated area, close to the river but uphill from it. Luckily, the water did not reach the level of my home, (though it came close).

A friend called- I was unable to speak, nearly underwater... "You seem to be having some problems," (she said).

Fishing Creek Imbrication

The Lancaster County Conservancy led hikes in (mostly southern) Lancaster County during my early years in Pennsylvania. I remember the day I wore my Nebraska sweatshirt for a hike along Fishing Creek, (Conservancy property), in Drumore Twp., (southern Lancaster County, PA). Absorbed in the hike, the leader called us to a stop to observe what was below our feet.

The upright pieces of schist in the river formed a structure that served to direct the river in a zig-zag. Placed tightly- could they be a sluice? (Large gold flakes had been found in the surrounding area). A fish hatchery? Gabions, or weathered folds?

A few weeks later, I attended a lecture given by an emeritus professor of Millersville University on the local geology. I approached him after the lecture- told him about this, "weird thing" in the woods. I convinced him to meet me there... (I remember talking to his wife on the phone- I must've called to confirm our meeting time. I asked, "Would you like to join us?" "Oh no," she said. "You two have fun.")

It's quite a thing to meet a stranger in the woods to have a look at, "something"... But we did it. It was winter- icy... Forgetting that the professor was older than I, I headed-into the woods, telling him all about what I'd found.

Later we found more of the same at a place called Kelly's Run...

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Way Down Yonder in the PawPaw Patch

My friend Lisa showed me last year where to find an abundance of pawpaw, (vicinity of Muddy Run, Southern Lancaster County). We took her truck to a spot the locals forage. Not much at first... Some bravery was required, (I stepped on a giant snake skin...)

I found one- with bugs, but most of it intact.  (The leaves contain a natural insecticide, but this one- like most that are edible- was found on the forest floor.)  The pawpaw's a sweet fruit- like a banana custard, with grapey undertones around the seeds. Not enjoyed by everyone, (I've been told early settlers preferred apples)... I've been interested to learn recently that pawpaw trees grow not only along eastern rivers, but can propagate in the west, (as far as eastern Nebraska). Maybe I'll take some of the (lima-bean sized) seeds I've collected on my upcoming visit...  It's one of the largest edible fruits indigenous to the United States- a favorite of George Washington and Thomas Jefferson, mentioned by Lewis and Clark. 

Perishable- I picked some firm ones to send to an interested friend in Montana... (It didn't work-out well. Cautioned regarding their perishable nature, I'd selected very firm ones to send- too firm, I think... Possibly better than receiving a package of brown goo, though!)

I'd been given a piece of a pawpaw to eat a couple years ago while hiking Turkey Hill.  Almost that time again... 


According to Wikipedia, (entry on Asmina triloba),

This plant's scientific name is Asimina triloba. The genus name Asimina is adapted from the Native American name assimin through the French colonial asiminier. The epithet triloba in the species' scientific name refers to the flowers' three-lobed calices and doubly three-lobed corollas, the shape not unlike a tricorner hat.

The leaves of the species are simple, alternate and spirally arranged, entire, deciduous, obovate-lanceolate, 10-12 inches (25–30 cm) long, 4-5 inches (10–13 cm) broad, and wedge-shaped at the base, with an acute apex and an entire margin, with the midrib and primary veins prominent. The petioles are short and stout, with a prominent adaxial groove. Stipules are lacking. The expanding leaves are conduplicate, green, covered with rusty tomentum beneath, and hairy above; when fully grown they are smooth, dark green above, and paler beneath. When bruised, the leaves have a disagreeable odor similar to a green bell pepper. In autumn the leaves are a rusty yellow, which make spotting pawpaw groves possible from a long distance. Pawpaw flowers are perfect, about 1-2 inches (3–5 cm) across, rich red-purple or maroon when mature, with three sepals and six petals. They are borne singly on stout, hairy, axillary peduncles. The flowers are produced in early spring at the same time as or slightly before the new leaves appear, and have a faint fetid or yeasty smell. FruitThe fruit of the pawpaw is a large, yellowish-green to brown berry, 2–6 in (5–16 cm) long and 1–3 in (3–7 cm) broad, weighing from 0.7–18 oz (20–500 g), containing several brown seeds 1/2 to 1 in (15–25 mm) in diameter embedded in the soft, edible fruit pulp. The conspicuous fruits begin developing after the plants flower; they are initially green, maturing by September or October to yellow or brown. When mature, the heavy fruits bend the weak branches down.



Where, oh where is dear little Nellie?
Where, oh where is dear little Nellie?
Where, oh where is dear little Nellie?
Way down yonder in the pawpaw patch

Pickin' up pawpaws, puttin' 'em in your pocket
Pickin' up pawpaws, puttin' 'em in your pocket
Pickin' up pawpaws, puttin' 'em in your pocket
Way down yonder in the pawpaw patch 

                                       (Traditional)

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The Sign of the Ship

171 East King Street, Lancaster, PA

Built in 1761, a colonial tavern which served- I'm told- as a meeting place for important political discussion during the American Revolution... Currently an unremarkable-looking on-the-market commercial property restored following a fire...

I located this building while taking the Historic East King Street self-guided walking tour,
http://www.co.lancaster.pa.us/lancastercity/lib/lancastercity/east_king_walking_tour.pdf

There's something appealing about it...  (Maybe just the catchy name?)

Wineberries

My friend Lisa showed me a wild Wineberry bush on the edge of her (southwestern Lancaster County) property the day of my Freethought society's summer party. The berries were raspberry-like, but more orange in color- a bit sour... Lisa pondered moving the bush from it's location near the property of a, "slash and burn"/Kentucky Bluegrass neighbor,, (in order to allow it to better-propagate).

My friends Janet and Larry invited me to their home near Mount Joy where I picked gallons of Wineberries from wild plants on their property.