Wednesday, February 3, 2016

No Rana Temporaria. Just F.R.O.G.

In case you wondered ...

 

 

No frogs (rana temporaria to scientists) were hurt in the making of Frog Jam.

Honest!

Frog is an acronym for the main jam ingredients which are

F for figs

R for raspberries

O for oranges, and

G for ginger.



FROG JAM

(Makes 5-6 half pints)

Ingredients:

4 cups fresh figs

1/2 cup orange juice

2 1/2 cups fresh raspberries

1 tsp fresh ginger, chopped fine

1 1/2 cups sugar

3 Tbsp low-sugar pectin

1 Tbsp lemon juice

Directions:

Purée the fruit and ginger in a blender until smooth.

Cook mixture in a large pot with sugar and pectin over medium heat, stirring occasionally, until mixture thickens, about 10-15 minutes.

Pour in jars and keep in refrigerator.

Frog jam is said to be "exquisite" and an "irresistible combination" of fruit.

You can make it

Hoppin' Frog Jam

by adding jalapeño peppers to taste!

Apparently it's a favorite food at Amish weddings these days.

I wouldn't know. I don't have any fresh figs to try a batch.

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

'I Brought You a Little Something'

I thought we would stop on our way home and get you something from Florida. This looks like the perfect place (and reminds me of the Florida of my childhood).

One-stop shopping.

The Nuthouse has everything!

 

 

There are lemon, lime, and orange trees

for sale

in front.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Would you like some shells

or oranges?

Frog jam, anyone?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And if frog jam doesn't do it for you,

how about some alligator jerky?

 

Last chance!

Shell wind chimes, t-shirts, peach cider, necklaces, 10 flavors of honey, boiled peanuts, marmalade, bags of pecans in the shell, shelled pecans flavored with chocolate, cinnamon, chili pepper, honey, lime, orange or dirt (ha ha, I made that one up!).

 

 

 

We bought some local honey for the friends who took care of the dogs,

used the restrooms,

and escaped!

 

Friday, January 29, 2016

The Sunshine State

Florida, the Sunshine State, lived up to its name today.

 

 

The temperature was perfect,

the wind non-existent.

Dinner was at Crab E Bill's on the water,

lobster bisque and blackened mahi mahi.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Entertainment was

provided

by the pelican fly team.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thursday, January 28, 2016

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Forgotten Fields -- Carolina Gold Rice

We live in the Low Country area of South Carolina where rice once thrived, a crop that was a perfect fit for South Carolina's geography and weather. The first rice seeds were brought here on a ship from Madagascar in 1685, a variety that came to be called Carolina Gold Rice.



 

 

This old rice field is about a mile and a half down the road from our house, and in the foreground you can see the embankment or dike that held the water.

 

Slaves from the west coast of Africa were brought here for their expertise and methods of growing rice that made the Low Country plantation owners some of the richest men in the American colonies.

From the slaves, plantation owners learned how to dig, dike, and flood a rice field.

 

 

 

 

The rice fields were built out of marshes by slaves. They built dikes to control the water and canals to transport the crop.

Men, women, and children spent most of the year knee deep in mud and swamp water. Already weakened by the long journey over here, slaves succumbed to tropical diseases, smallpox, pneumonia, heat exhaustion, and malaria. They dealt with alligators, snakes, and malaria carrying mosquitoes.

Altogether they cleared 77,000 acres and built 780 miles of canals, and by the start of the Civil War, they were producing 160 million lbs of rice a year.

(The above two photos are from a collection at the Library of Congress.)

 

 

The rice seed was planted in April in rows in a dry field, then the rice fields were flooded by raising a system of wooden gates that let the water flow in.

 

In September it was harvested using hand tools like these sickles and then bundled into sheaves.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The sheaves were carried to higher ground, sometimes by barge via the rice canals, sometimes by mule-drawn carts along the dikes, sometimes on the backs of the slaves.

Finally it was dried then threshed by beating the stalks against the ground with wood and iron flails.

 

The dried rice was pounded using a wooden mortar and pestle (lower left) to loosen the hulls. The hulls were blown away by slaves using fanning baskets (lower right) woven from sweetgrass, leaving clean rice for the farmer to sell.

 

Packed in barrels, the rice was taken by water to markets in Charleston and Georgetown.

 

 

 

With the advent of the Civil War, plantation owners lost the slave labor necessary to make rice profitable. After 200 years, last field of Carolina Gold Rice was grown in 1927 and the heirloom seed was pretty much lost for the next 60 years.

In the 1980s a Savannah eye surgeon hunted down some of the old seed from a seed bank and brought the rice back into cultivation to lure wild ducks to his plantation not far from where I live. Today 149 acres of the heirloom rice is grown and you can buy a 2lb bag for about $18 plus postage. Yikes!

I haven't tasted it but Anson Mills, who sells it, says:

"Milled to emulate fresh, hand-pounded rice, Anson Mills Carolina Gold rice has a clean, sweet flavor and mouthfeel superior to modern long-grain rice."

I'll let you know when we find some and try it.

 

Monday, January 18, 2016

On the Road

The small town we live nearest to, Ridgeland, just opened a town museum in an old gas station donated by a citizen. It's called the Morris Center and its first exhibit is about Highway 17, a historic road in South Carolina that put Ridgeland on the map and then took off again when Interstate 95 opened and bypassed it.

Highway 17 is an extension of the King's Highway commissioned by King Charles II as a postal route for the king's couriers built between 1673 and 1735.

The original King's Highway ran along the coast for 1300 miles from Boston, Massachusetts to Charles Town (Charleston), South Carolina.

 

 

 

(Photo from public domain)

 

But back to Ridgeland and the Morris Center.

Here it is today, looking a lot like it looked in its heyday.

 

It was built in 1937 at a cost of $5000 and served motorists traveling Highway 17, the Coastal Highway, through Georgia and as far south as Punta Gorda, Florida.

I found this old photo of it from the early 1950s.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Around the service station "motor courts" sprang up to provide automobile travelers places to sleep and restaurants to feed them.

The motels also still exist in Ridgeland, although now mostly as cheap rooms for the poor and transient to rent by the week.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Claude Dean worked in the station for his uncle and later bought it.

Here he remembers Ridgleland's heydays.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here's what was recommended for automobile travelers to carry with them in the early days of long distance travel.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My family traveled a lot and I had seen most of the United States by the time I was a teenager. Every summer we would pack up the car with camping equipment and head out for a few weeks to explore the country.

My sister and I favored Sinclair gas stations because we like the dinosaur.

 

 

 

On the road, early 1950s

Is it any wonder I love to travel?