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The Dirt - October
"Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly above the earth seeking the successive autumns."

                 -George Eliot

Ed's Corner

So far this autumn we have had quite a few magnificent blue-sky days. The kind of days that beckon us to come out into nature and to be a participant, to witness, to be part of the changing seasons.  Even just a twenty minute stroll through a nearby nature place - it could be your backyard or Central Park - will make a difference. "A difference in what?", you may ask. For me, it's a difference in my general state of being, mood, sense of self, balance, and most of all, an increase in the level of connection I feel - connection to the greater world, to others, and to something more timeless than myself.

This fall has provided more reasons than beautiful days and our hectic lives as reasons to get out-of-doors,. The political climate in this country is one of tension, anger, fear. There are wars, fighting, displaced persons around the world. Global warming reveals itself again through weather extremes.

Yikes, enough already. Let's go out! I know for myself that the day after each 'debate' I need at least a 3-hour hike along the trails in Harriman Park.
In the last two years I have discovered the wonderful poetry and writing of William Stafford. His paragraph below describes to me what can and does happen to us when we are out in nature. May you, too, find your own moments of grace. Go quietly, go slowly, but bottom line,  go.

If Only for a Moment, by William Stafford
Each of us is blessed with moments of grace, moments when our soul becomes clear and quiet. Our worrying stops. Our yearning and planning and waiting for fulfillment stops. There is nothing to be done since everything is already happening. Grace uncovers the mysterious essence that unites us with all beings.  Through its gift, the place, the time, the sky, and ourselves are revealed in right relation. What is inside of us and what is outside of us comes together, if only for a moment.

New Baby

Chuck Stead, our beloved camp storyteller, gives us a tale of new (old) life for this month's Dirt. 

There was a new baby in our village. Not that I cared one way or another but people were talking about it and I heard some of what they said: adorable, remarkable for an early birth, doesn’t look like either of them, a little bit of heaven. I was the youngest in my family so I hadn’t seen another follow me up with all the crying, the diaper changing, and everybody in the house being tired. No, I didn’t much care about new babies and I could have done entirely without seeing it - but for Cindy it was different. She had two younger brothers (who supposedly both entered this world ready for a fight), so I was surprised that she was interested in seeing this new baby.

“It’s a girl” Cindy told me, “Girls are different and I want to check it out.”

We walked through the village streets and along the way Ricky Cramshaw found us and asked what we were up to. Cindy told him and he said, “Babies is mostly like looking at little, old, bald men.”

Cindy said, “This little bald man is a girl.”

So Ricky joined us. The three of us soon stepped onto the front porch where one of the Ramapough Indian women sat by a baby carriage and an old woman with her face mapped with many lines sat near by. Cindy asked the young woman if we could see her baby. The mother reached into the carriage and slowly lifted a small sack of blanket with a bulbous baby head wearing a knitted yellow cap. This infant was pink-faced and a little wet around the mouth. She looked up at Cindy and made a tiny sound. Cindy said, “Hello…”

The woman told us her name was Sadie.

Ricky said he had an uncle who owned a dog named Sadie.

I stepped closer to get a better look at the little, fat, gurgling thing and she turned her head and looked at me. The woman said, “She knows you Stead. Look at how she looks at you.”

I said, “How could she know me? I never met her before!”

Ricky said in a slow whisper, “Gram says babies is old souls who know a lot of things.”

The ancient woman watching us then said, “That’s right. Babies come into the world with old knowing. Most likely she knows you from another time.”

Baby Sadie kept her big eyes locked on me. Then in an ancient, eggshell voice she made a small sound, almost like a word. Her mother smiled and said, “She’s talking to you Stead.”

Ricky said, “Say something back, Chucky.”

I shrugged. I didn’t know what to say to this chubby lump of life.

Cindy whispered, “Chuck, she remembers you from another lifetime. You must have been close friends. Say something!”

So I leaned in and offered my right index finger and Sadie grabbed it with a tiny wrinkled hand. She held on tight and smiled a gummy, toothless smile.

I said, “Welcome back".

Autumn Open House

Our autumn open house will take place on Saturday, November 20th, between 1 and 4 pm. Families interested in learning more about The Nature Place can visit us any time during those hours for a tour of camp, a slide show of summers past, and because it's fall, a chance to press apples into apple cider!

Savoring fresh-pressed cider

Pickling and Phi


Nature Place cooking maven Eva Szigeti shares a pickling recipe with us for this month of October. 

The gardener and the frost are no friends, certainly not during the growing season. As the season of gardening is coming to an end, the gardener is preparing for the upcoming months when winter dictates the rules. There are many decisions to be made before the first frost. The gardener watches the weather forecast, considers the micro-climate of the garden and makes decisions. Freshly picked produce is of course the best, so we strive to extend the harvest’s garden life for as long as possible. It sometimes means taking a risk, because even a light touch of the first frost will destroy the late harvest of cold-sensitive tomatoes or peppers. Most gifts of the garden need to be harvested before the frost puts its hand on them, but some plants survive the first cold spell or even benefit from a little frost.

Some members of the cabbage family not only grow well in cool conditions but they react to mild frost by producing sugars. Some root vegetables (parsnip, celeriac, carrot), on the other hand, convert their existing starches into sugars after a frost or two. So late fall offers a perfect window of opportunity to feed some frost-bitten kale, Brussels sprouts or parsnip dishes to our picky eaters. The frost is on our team in this case.

One of my favorite cold weather vegetables is cauliflower. Cauliflower is a brassica, cousin of cabbage, broccoli, and kale. Although we refer to it as a vegetable, the part we eat, the “head”, is a closely packed arrangement of undeveloped flower buds.

Fall is not only a time of harvest but also a time when we focus on preserving the surplus for the upcoming winter months. Pickled cauliflower is a must in our family.

Although those who have never made pickles may feel intimidated by the idea, it is a fairly simple process worth trying. If we involve children, it will be time well spent for sure. “Quick pickles” require no canning but they need to be stored in the refrigerator and will last for only several weeks. For long-term storage, the jars need to be canned. It adds some extra work and time to the project but as a reward we get jars of pickled vegetables that don’t need to be refrigerated and that will last through the winter.

Armed with sterilized mason jars, a large stockpot for canning, a head of cauliflower, onions, peppers, canning liquid, and with two young helpers at my side, I am ready to start.

As we wash the cauliflower, take the florets apart, and wait for the pickling liquid to cool down, we talk. The children start to wonder about the word itself. Where does 'cauliflower' come from? We start playing word detectives trying to figure out the secret of the word. The “flower” part doesn’t require much guessing. The “cauli” part is harder. We look for a dictionary. The first element of the word comes from the Latin caulis "cabbage" (originally "stem" or "stalk"). It was adopted into Germanic languages and is the source of the cole in coleslaw and of Scottish kale. We learn that the words cabbagekale, cole in coleslaw, and cauli in cauliflower all share the same origin.

Leaving linguistics behind and returning to culinary activities, lets take a look at cooking methods that can be used to prepare cauliflower. It can be sautéed, steamed, roasted, fried or stir-fried. Cauliflower, especially when roasted, makes a great cream soup. Eat it pureed, put it in a curry or make a cauliflower spread. Recently, I saw a recipe for cauliflower steak: basically a large chunk of roasted cauliflower served as one would serve a steak. Of course, eating cauliflower raw works too. Because of their nice shape and color, the small florets make great crudités. And lets not forget the leaves and stalk, they don’t have to be thrown out, they can be used in stocks.

The acidic smell of vinegar is tickling our noses as we add the pickling liquid to the mason jars packed with cauliflower florets. The closed jars are now ready for the canning pot. We will have crunchy, tangy cauliflower to brighten our winter meals.

The discussion about cauliflower doesn’t have to end at the dining table. The artist in us will stop to admire the beautiful, intricate surface pattern of cauliflower’s florets before putting them into the cooking pot. The scientifically minded cook can go on and explore cauliflower’s distinct fractal dimension (which involves the pattern of the “head”) noticed by mathematicians. Or one can use the plant to study the golden ratio, since another quality of cauliflower is that the angle between “modules” (in the kitchen we call them simply florets), as they become more distant from the center, is 360 degrees divided by Phi.

To me it all proves that even cooking can take us to unexpected places…


Eva's Recipe for Pickled Cauliflower

Porcelain Berries

Wild food forager Paul Tappenden shows us what’s growing wild in our area.

About 10 years ago, I spotted a plant that I had only previously seen in the marshes at Cape May. It was considered invasive and not desirable, yet it was such a beautiful and exotic plant. I couldn't understand why they wouldn't want it growing there. I’ve since learned exactly why.

Porcelain Berry (Ampelopsis brevipedunculata - quite the mouthful) was no doubt brought into this country from Asia as an ornamental plant, with little consideration for the ultimate consequences. I can understand people wanting to plant them, as the berries are quite spectacular, resembling speckled porcelain beads of green, turquoise, rich blue, purple, deep pink and white, with many tones in between.

A large cluster of berries may not have any two berries of the same color or shade. They are set against a background of dark green leaves. They can be truly exquisite. Even the leaves will often have a filigree beauty. However the vine can be very destructive.

Over time, I have watched the water's edge of Tallman Park transformed by these relatives of wild grapes, that have now spread out into the Phragmites marshes and are advancing up the hillside into the park. The have completely overpowered trees much like Kudzu does in the South. If you find it growing in your yard.I’d suggest you dig it before it spreads all over.

Porcelain berries are best used as a colorful garnish.

A creeping tower of porcelain berries

Upcoming Open House

Saturday, November 20th


All open houses take place at the Green Meadow Waldorf School: 307 Hungry Hollow Road. Stop by anytime between 1-4pm.

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