Tonight’s post is going to be another mixture of several unrelated subjects. Sometimes, that’s how life its.
Just before sunset last night, I had a new visitor to the hummingbird feeder. A diminutive Verdin came to dine. This little dude is about the size of a chickadee and eats small insects, fruit, and nectar found in the desert. I really like that yellow face and splash of red at the top of its wing.
They’re quite acrobatic and don’t sit still for long. Kind of reminded me of an Olympic athlete on a bar or ring routine. Can’t imagine how they have the strength to do this. I’m thinking I may hang a half of an orange out tomorrow to enjoy more views of this little dynamite.
I couldn’t believe I slept in until almost 8:00 this morning, but it wasn’t very bright outside. On Emma’s first outs, I was shocked at the view. What happened to the pond? It was lost in the dense fog. I just never really expected fog in the desert.
I had to bring a towel out to cover my rocker before I could sit down without getting a wet deck. By 9:30 some of it had lifted and I could see the pond once again, but it took some time for that fog to lift off of the mountains.
Both farm stands are surrounded by farmer’s fields. Can’t imagine how many pounds of sauerkraut could be made from this one field of cabbage. I’ve heard that farmers here have seven crops per year. Cotton in the summer, and then cabbage, onions, broccoli, kale, several varieties of lettuce, cauliflower, and who knows what else in fall winter and spring. It’s kind of hard to wrap your mind around it if you’re from the north where farmers are lucky to get one or two crops a year.
The rows of crops are also different than I’m used to seeing. Instead of a single row of a crop, hills are built up with irrigation ditches in between. Each row is then planted with at least three plants of each vegetable next to each other. So there’s three heads of cabbage or cauliflower or broccoli, etc., across the hill in each row. Not sure I explained that well, but I hope you can figure out what I mean. I find all of this very interesting. I’ve also heard that it can take up to two weeks for a head of lettuce, for instance, to make it to a northern store after it has been picked. I just never thought about that before. You folks in the north will just have to drool over the difference in taste with fresh vegetables that I have compared to what you are getting in the stores in winter.
Several of the ladies here in the volunteer village have been busy baking away and providing sweet treats to everyone to help celebrate the holiday season. I don’t do much baking of cookies and breads and such, so it has really been a tasty treat for me. If I baked two dozen cookies, they’d probably be hard as a rock before I ever finished them. I’m more of a salty crunchy snack person.
So, today while in town I gathered the ingredients for Cheesy Pretzels. It takes three days before these pretzels are ready, but they are delicious. I haven’t made them in quite a few years as three pounds of pretzels is more than even I can consume before they get punkie. I’m kind of wishing there was an HEB in Arizona as they have more interestingly shaped pretzels. You need three different kinds, and at HEB I’ve found pretzels with Texas shapes such as cowboy boots, the Texas state outline, and even Christmas shapes.
Just after sunset tonight, Emma went berserk in the rig. I guess she saw something out the front window. Probably a coyote by the way she was carrying on. I had to chuckle out loud as her barking resonated in the Thunder Gourd I have hanging down from the driver’s side sun visor. It was like surround sound barking! The coyotes sure got the message, and took up howling and yipping away not too far from the rig. The Chicago Symphony Orchestra never sounded like this! It wasn’t Ferde Grofe’s ‘Grand Canyon Suite’, but it may have been ‘Emma’s Imperial Desert Suite’.
THE END!!
Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later, Judy
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