Recipe Thursday: Apothecary

I don’t advertise myself as an herbalist or natural healer but I have been working in the research and development of healing processes for over 15 years. I’ve taken classes and workshops with renowned herbalists, alternative and holistic healers, attended conferences and worked as a natural health advisor (for over 6 years). I grow and forage for my own medicinals and source others from reputable places. I have herbalist friends! And I seek out much knowledge and practices from around the world. Even as a teen (many many moons ago) I gravitated toward making my own teas and growing my own herbs, I was very limited then but the drive and desire for the knowledge and plant connection was there.

I believe deeply in our own ability to heal ourselves from nearly anything (save losing a limb, radiation poisoning, or other acute conditions) or at least minimizing the damage and supporting our systems, if given the right tools. It’s not that I don’t believe in allopathic healing; I just think it is used more often than it should be (it is emergency medicine, not preventative or supportive, it is also cascading and makes itself self-reliant). There are many types of holistic care — many of which I prefer to go to experienced healers for (much bodywork takes years to understand and complete pictures of not just the human body but an individuals own experiential and physical make up — I admire and am amazed by the dedicated work of these folks), but for the day to day, I can manage many of my own (and my family’s) needs.

I also believe that plants, especially (and especially in our shared space and time), have a knowledge of what we (and they) need, as well. In a time of deep respiratory concern (whether from pollution or viral), Mullein, Nettles, Plantain, and Goldenrod appear near and ready. Close by a patch of Poison Ivy, many times Jewelweed (the cure and mitigation) grows. From my own experience of my severe lymph issues, I was happy to learn about Cleavers (which then began to grow in great patches of my field, along with never before seen Milk Thistle). And we can enhance these medicinals with plantings of our own (since much of our ‘wild’ medicines have been eradicated from their native places and free sowings) like Echinacea, Elderberry, and Bee Balms. Last year, my body (and mind) was finally ready to tackle some big shifts and maintain some equilibrium and St. Johns Wort began growing in my herb garden.

This is not to say I think there is a sentient being bestowing blessings upon me, but I don’t believe in coincidence, either. I am not one to believe there is a reason for everything that attends to a great and culminating design, however, I think there are reasons by many agencies unbeknownst to us at any given time — so, not a design, per se, but decisive or called for directions (most having nothing to do with us humans). Such as the natural conditions of Jewelweed are also the natural conditions for Poison Ivy (because the cure and the ill are not just about humans) and that they offer each other support in a way I do not know that just happen to benefit me (but not me, because my body is unaffected by the urushiol, surprisingly since my body also naturally attracts so freaking many things out in the world trying to eat me or give me rashes).

And I struggle with folks who fight the idea that there are herbal medicinals because simply put: 1) where do you think the original medicines came from and 2) why do you bother to eat apples or anything you think is ‘good for you’ if you don’t believe it affects you. So, with that said, last Summer and Fall I put up tinctures of St. Johns Wort, Lemon Balm, Evening Primrose (root, flower, and seed), Hawthorn, Cleavers, dried Red Clover blossoms and Raspberry Leaf, Monarda, Yarrow, Boneset, Mullein, Caledula, more Cleavers and Usnea. I sourced some Antler Reishi (and got some Hemlock Shelf beauties yesterday from a friend!) and Chaga, dried Elderberries, Skullcap, Milky Oats, and Lavender. I like tinctures, teas, and baths though I have a friend who makes elixirs and another who likes capsules. There are many plants and stages of plants I prefer fresh and that is where my daily and seasonal foraging comes into play — I never believe that what I eat is just food. It should all be medicine and all has an effect.

This year I’m hoping to add more barks and roots to my medicines (likely willow and witch hazel, maybe prickly ash, buckthorn, and wild cherry, as well along with burdock, mallow, and sarsaparilla). And I’ve added Horehound, Ashwaganda, and Vervain to my garden.

My beautiful Tulips (J & D) made me some apothecary shelves a couple of years ago which I store all my goods, plus many herbal books, tools, tea making supplies, etc. They help me take good care of myself and them. I’m onto drying and tincturing that new Reishi and being in the garden today to get ready for new plant babies.

Duendesday: Re-visitations

{life with a curious and crazy almost 14 yr old}

Spring has sprung in a most summery way this week — the yard is instantly lush and needs mowing weekly (much to D’s preference), weeds are eclipsing growing plants, and the garden is still late to get in (though it seems as if it was late before it even needed to begin). Duende is out and about in sun dresses and sun screen already.

Yesterday, D & Dad decided to build a slackline to master, embark on the mountainboard (skateboard with fat tready tires), play ‘push the idiot off the log’ (their game of standing on the log bench at the firepit and trying to knock one another off, ho hum) amidst cleaning out the garage, gardening, and yes, mowing. This after a big weekend of seeing lovely friends from VT that we haven’t seen in too many years (any years is too many); the girls got along great and I know D misses Isa already. We also had a nice little pizza party with new friends, chosen family, and guests while they were here.

The girls were so funny together. I is a couple of years younger than D but you can’t really tell, she’s a mature and sweet little thing and D manages to retain her wonderment despite entering into teenhood. It was a good match. They made us a couple of rhubarb cakes (different recipes, both delicious) and entertained us with rhubarb dances, foraged for lilacs and made lilac syrup, drew together, danced more together, swapped book suggestions/game reviews; I think a good time was had by all. I enjoyed watching them together (see some great throwback to now pics). Supercute.

Meanwhile, Duende has to get back to figuring out her school placement. She has her teacher assessment in a month so we have a little time to get her to prepare for classes in the Fall. I was very helpful in making D feel like she could manage it all. What are friends for?!!

Tuesday Happenings: Growing

Somedays it is hard to tell if they are growing pains or growing pleasants but I’m going to focus on the latter today. We’ve seen some lovely developments of character, community, and focus happening inspiring us to be able to move forward.

We did some amazing networking last week with a group who understand the need for small community development, and by that, we all understood to mean in relation. Community, for some, is just a group of people who live in a similar place, who pay taxes in the same town and have a say in the way they prefer their side of the street, or school, or downtown. But a community is a reciprocal relationship where people listen to each other’s values and try to come to not just an understanding but a place which supports each other (provided those values are safe for all). A community shows up for each other. A community communicates. They commune.

They share resources and knowledge, time and energy. We like that. And we very much appreciate it when we can access it. It uplifts everyone. Why wouldn’t you want that?

I think in some facets, the pandemic broke people’s spirits and ability to be there for each other. There seems to be a blind spot added to the struggles we already faced in taking care of underrepresented folks, now it is almost harder to get people to show up for each other. People are scared, people are wary. We very much want to create space and time and energy for folks to show up for each other.

Our membership program proves to us that people are willing to commit to show up for each other. Some people still feel the ability, they are able to make it happen — others need some time, or care, or to know that is ok, and that there is a place for them. Our alliances with such groups as the Hallowell Pride Alliance, The Good Life Center, the Wabanaki Mobile Food Pantry, and especially all of our small press publishers, authors, artists, farmers, and small food makers make us better because they are in a relation with us. And not just a retail relation — we know each other by name, we talk about our kids, we help each other out and support our struggles, we promote and protect our people. We look forward to more partnerships and relations.

Because in every facet of our lives, we don’t do it alone. We are not self-sufficient, in any way. We depend on friends, family, our neighborhoods, the farmers, the people at the grocery store, the microbiome in our bodies, the water in the air and ground, and the affective life we lead influencing our every decision and ability to survive. We are never alone, even when we feel that we are — it is impossible. However, how we choose to focus on the positive aspects of our belonging is key also to our survival and ability to thrive. Let me say it again — we are not self-sufficient. We need each other.

And it is so wonderful when you meet folks that understand and promote that. We thank you. We appreciate you so much. And we look forward to doing many fun things and important work with you.

Monday’s Musing: Book at Hand

Yellow-Rumped Warbler (Setophaga coronata)

Maine’s earliest returning warbler each spring, arriving before most trees have leafed out. Yellow rump is one of the most obvious features, inspiring the nickname “butter butts” among birders, though other warblers also have that field mark. Yellow-rumps also have two white wingbars, a “necklace” of dark streaks on upper breast, and bluish (male) or gray (female) upperparts, white throat, and yellow patch on top of head. Two bright yellow patches on sides of breast like a pair of oncoming car headlights when viewed from the front. These early arrivals are also the last warblers to leave Maine, and a few have been known to overwinter, mostly along the coast where they often feed on bayberry. Voice: A weak, loose trill or series of whistled notes. Length: 5.5″ (14 cm)
~ Maine’s Favorite Birds by Jeffrey V. Wells & Allison Childs Wells
~ Illustrated by Evan Barbour
~ Tilbury House, Publishers, 2012

Recipe Thursday: Foraging Ideas

The ramps really set me off to a good start this year. I love foraging for dinner. I love fresh and bitter greens, especially after a crazy Winter; my body craves a good cleaning and support. I love new flowers for food. I love Spring roots and buds. It’s a reconnection with lovely growing things, and exactly what my body wants and needs.

The Farmers Market at Mill Park in Augusta had some folks slinging the cleanest and nicest cut fiddlheads I think I have ever seen (and really affordable, I wish I could have got more — their visit was super short, a mere two weeks before it got hot!) which we just roasted up on a sheet pan with fresh baby garlic bulbs and sea salt. We ate them as a veg side to some local lamb chops we bartered bread for but you could throw them into a Spring lemony pasta at that point, or a quiche, or onto a nice bed of rice.

Then we needed some dandelion fritters — soak a cup or so of dandelion heads in enough water to cover with a little sea salt for an hour, drain, rinse, and let sit for a half hour to drain/dry a bit. Toss with just enough flour mixed with a little sea salt to coat plus a little more (I also added a little lemon pepper spice I had, garlic powder would be great, too) and fresh black pepper. Then add 1 beaten egg and mix — you want the mix to just come together into 3″ patties but still be a little dry. Saute in ghee or olive oil about 3min each side or until all the edges are crispy golden and the center feels firm. Serve with a little homemade aioli (in a small food processor blend 3 egg yolks with 1 Tbsp lemon juice, and 1/4 cup of olive oil — use the little well for the latter so it goes in slow or add in a slow stream while blending, adding more lemon juice if needed) or mayo or sour cream or Feta Ramp Dip!

The next day we had Saag Tofu — a dish from Eastern India made of stewed greens and for us crispy tofu chunks (I love Maine’s Heiwa tofu, the texture is unbelievable). I used a base of my CSA greens from Andrews Farm (a bunch of beet greens and bunch of rainbow chard) and threw in handfuls of fresh violet leaves, young primrose leaves, red clover leaves, and dandelion with the spice mix Panch Phoran (also known as Bengali spice, or Indian Five Spice — or make your own with fennel, mustard seed, fenugreek, nigella, and cumin — I used about a Tbsp with a little extra mustard seed and cumin), a couple of potatoes and carrots, an onion, and garlic all chopped small (I brown the spices and the veggies in a little ghee or olive oil first, then add greens until they wilt and cook down a bit), and then add a can of coconut milk and cook down to my preferred thickness. When I make the tofu, I cut it into cubes and marinate for an hour or 3 in amino acids/soy sauce, olive oil, and a little minced garlic. Then I toss it in brown rice flour mixed with a little sea salt and bake on a sheet pan at 360 degrees for about 20 minutes or until I’m happy with the crispness, shaking occasionally if I remember. I save the leftover marinade and add it to the saag, and shake in the leftover brown rice flour a Tbsp or 2 at a time over the saag to thicken it if I need. When the saag is done to my liking, I add a little (like 2 tsp) turmeric powder, garam masala, and a Tbsp of lemon juice — stir, then fold in crispy tofu. If I really want to hearty it up, I throw in a can of rinsed chickpeas after I’ve thrown in the greens. We eat it with jasmine rice, or flatbreads (naan), and I like mango pickle (J likes a simple chopped raw onion/lemon juice/ with chili powder pickle).

Then last night we had “Lobster Cheese Dip” with crostini. There was actually no lobster in it, I use Surimi (Simply Surimi is clean and well-sourced), but you could use lobster or crab meat. 8 oz of Cream Cheese, 1 cup or so of Mayo, a fat splash of Worcester, a cup of shredded cheese (I used cheddar this time but I’m not adverse to jack), a Tbsp of lemon juice, a good grind of fresh black pepper and a little dulse sea salt — mix it all up (a heavy fork works nice) in a 8×8 baking dish. Stir in a whole little package of Surimi (I break it up a bit with my fingers) and then I added a cup to 2 cups of blanched or tender greens (daisy leaves, red clover, nettles, italian parsley or even baby chard or frozen spinach if that’s what you have — thaw and drain the latter, you could also add fresh herbs like thyme or marjoram, or skip the greens and add a can of chopped/drained artichokes or a cup of chopped asparagus), stir in, top with a nice little layer of shredded parmesan and bake at 360 degrees for about 25 minutes until golden brown and bubbly. After I threw it in the oven, I sliced up a fat sourdough baguette into crostini and laid out on a sheet pan drizzled with olive oil and sea salt — about halfway through the dip bake, I put the bread in and toasted for 10 minutes (keep an eye on it just to make sure you’re happy with the toast, don’t overtoast). Serve with lemon wedges if you’re feeling fancy.

I’m hoping tomorrow night be some tender blanched and roasted milkweed, hosta, or day lilly shoots/buds with baby garlic with fregola (Sardinian couscous), lemon, and fresh herbs, and parmesan cheese.

I know this weekend we’ll be doing some homemade pizzas around the fire pit with daisy shoot/buds, dandelion greens, the last of the ramps and hopefully having some lilac or forsythia infused cocktails…mmmm, foraging.

Duendesday: Constant change

{life with a curious and crazy almost 14 yr old}

She’s such a fancypants in so many ways, and then such a slobby kid in others (ha!). I like to call Duende my little Ronja because even when she’s dressed to the nines, she likes to have her knife tied around her waist when she can. She likes to be ready in case any emergency whittling needs to be done. She jumps on the rider mower whenever she can so she can zoom around the yard and do a half-decent job at mowing (which is still better than us being able to find the time to mow, I suppose) and tries to do our nails as much as we will let her. She dreams of a dance studio instead of a garage.

Reinvention is the speed of life for this gal. This past month she made herself a ‘poodle skirt’ (she even made the buttons out of clay), face masks, practiced her fancy nail kits, whittled some more stuff, helped out at the store, built a hanging table for our evenings outside, baked and mowed, and all the other crazy stuff she does.

For the end of her second cycle she wants her ears pierced which sounds both exciting and frightening (yes, I was totally the older teen who pierced her own ears with a piercing earring and a potato, a bunch of times, but putting holes in your child’s body should maybe give everyone at least a pause). Just a year or 2 ago she was determined that she was never going to be pierced — ha!

That’s the only constant — that things change.

2 Do List Tuesday: mid-week ‘weekend’

  • It was absolutely fabulous to meet and talk with like-minded folks last night at Every Light Wellness. We’ve been feeling a little lost, without a community to grow with, and it was very heartening to know we are not alone (and yet there are so many that feel this way…get in touch, we’ll connect you). It really re-energized us to seek out the components of community we’re trying to help build. What amazing folks showed up and shared their wealth and breadth of knowledge. We hope to continue building in these directions and with these (and these kinds) of beautiful people. We’re going to come up with some plans and strategies to make this happen.
  • At the shop, we had a lovely late nite art last week with Meryl Troop’s fun textile art, she’s inspired a lot of folks to make their own fiber art (which I love, it feels like transgressive women’s work). I’m looking forward to seeking out more artists that hit home our newfound attention to our values and community directions.
  • Practical bits for the week include scouring our house for guests (and deep Spring cleaning! I can’t wait, I love a clean house top to bottom — putting the coats/boots/hats/mittens/scarves away, shaking out rugs, dusting forgotten corners, finally organizing some books, purging things we thought would be useful but have not come to be).
  • And then tending to more garden plans — raking and developing new spots for seedlings (my annual dahlias are so ready for the ground, the flamingo celosia are already blooming, and the early started cosmos and zinnia are getting tangly — I will succession seed both of those but I wanted to get some as early as possible, too), and cleaning out the herb bed to make room for new friends (ashwaganda, horehound, lemon balm, and feverfew). I need ground for big herbs, too (all the basils, dill, bronze fennel, chamomile, etc). And then figure out where I think I’m going to shape some sassy spots for perennial patches (I’m dreaming of teas and cocktails along garden paths, not the solid mass of garden we’ve had), I’ve got some blue false indigo, echinacea, and clarkia to put in, as well as more and more bee balms.
  • I might have to convince the baker to go to the Yarmouth Farmer’s Market on Thursday to flesh out some of my perennial fantasies with goodies from Marpa Farm & Nursery and maybe Longfellow’s Greenhouses for some immediate flower satisfaction.
  • The baker has decided we are officially a small press, as well. Committing to Rubble Books, he will develop a page on our website to inform and be seeking some goodies to publish. Right now he puts out little poetry booklets (of his own work, thank goodness, he’s got such a lovely voice in song and on paper), and lectures/essays of mine. In the past, he has had other small press projects — Indigent Books, Backbone Press, and now Rubble Books! We’re definitely working on some great new little pamphlets and books…
  • In the studio, I am working on a new version of an old (and rather large) collage piece. It’s exciting to revisit and tell a similar story in a newish way. And I’ve been working on more watercolor work, developing technique and style. Sometimes the child joins me and we focus on similar themes. I like the comparisons. So, later this eve I hope to work on some layering.
  • And most of all, when we return home today after the baker/child bread delivery to SOPO, my time at the shop, a visit to the Augusta Mill Park Farmer’s Market for more delivery and pick up of some delicious goods (last week I got the cleanest and nicest fiddleheads I think I’ve ever seen, and they were so good), we need to check on all the apple blossoms that I can see from the window in the morning! It is an off year for most of big producers but there are still many beautifully delicate petals to enjoy!