Friday, December 31, 2010

Rufous Hummingbird --Winter Arrival

Denny and I have a library of bird books--with over 800 species of birds known to wander North America, we need all the help we can get.  

And the library says our Texas Hill Country house is at the far eastern edge of this little guy's migratory path. 

 
But he took possession of our feeder one cool damp morning this week (12/29/10), driving away the juvenile Ruby-Throated Hummingbird who'd stopped here to top off his tank the last day or so

Our new customer is a Rufous Hummingbird, a species whose territory ranges from southern Alaska in summer to southern Mexico in winter, and is known as the feistiest hummingbird species in North America.  His coloration says he's male, the mottled plumage that he's young. A teen-aged traveler finding his way across thousands of miles

How does a tiny young bird completely alone know where and how to go?  And when and where and how to return? 

I've heard rumors of rufous hummingbirds staying 'til spring.  But I hope he moves on to tropical south Texas where it's warm and bugs fly all winter.  He'll need all the bulk he can build to make it back to the northern breeding grounds. Then maybe we'll see him again next December.  I'll have a feeder out just in case.

A flying rust-colored mystery.  Stranger things have happened here in the Texas Hill Country.

P.S.  A day later, another rufous showed up.

2011 omen?

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Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Holiday Travelers

 We returned home happy and tired from the holiday weekend.  It was good to be with family and good to be home.   

The firebush said it froze while we were gone.  

Somehow the pineapple sage missed the news.

I'm glad.  I hadn't refilled the feeder and a juvenile ruby-throated hummingbird stopped by for refreshments.  December 27th, he's late on his journey.  Probably born toward the end of summer and not strong enough to make the trip earlier.  

I fixed the feeder on the porch and he found it before I got back to the kitchen.  

I'm thinking of naming the porch Angels Rest.
  
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Saturday, December 25, 2010

Pecan-Crusted Salmon

This is not leftover turkey.  Didn't we all collect those recipes after Thanksgiving?

And I know this is too simple to call a recipe.  But sometimes simple is what we need.  Healthy and tasty and done in 20 minutes.  Way better than fast food--great nutrition, no waiting in line, no post-prandial guilt.

It tastes so good your family will think you slaved over it.  The pecans form a toasty crunchy crust over the tart-sweet salmon, adding bite and texture and keeping the fish moist.  

Don't tell your family this is so easy and maybe they'll do the dishes.


Pecan-Crusted Salmon
Serves 2

3/4 lb. salmon fillet, I prefer wild salmon
coarse dijon mustard (or whatever coarse brown mustard you like)
honey
salt & pepper
~ 1/3 cup finely chopped pecans

Preheat oven to 425 degrees.  Foil a small shallow pan and spray with olive oil.

*Wash & dry salmon.
*Sprinkle lightly with kosher salt & fresh-ground pepper.
*Put a few tablespoons of mustard in a cup & whisk in a dollop of honey, adjusting proportions until you like it.  Spread on salmon.
*Sprinkle pecans over mustard-honey, to cover.
*Roast salmon for 5-10 minutes, depending on thickness.  I prefer the flavor and texture when the salmon is still moist inside so we tend toward the lower end.
*Let salmon rest 5 minutes before serving.

Since the oven will be hot, I usually roast vegetables at the same time.  For the dinner pictured above, cauliflower and asparagus, tossed with extra-virgin olive oil and a sprinkle of kosher salt.  Roasted 10 minutes and turned over to brown on the other side, about 5 minutes more for the asparagus (depending on stalk thickness) and 10 minutes more for the cauliflower, depending on how big you cut it.

We enjoyed this with a Dr. Loosen Riesling from Mosel.  Lovely pear-apricot-floral flavors with a fine acidity spiking the off-dry sweetness.  Perfect match and budget-friendly to boot.

You're welcome.

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Thursday, December 23, 2010

A Gold Wish


Hope your holidays are as happy as Ernest's.




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Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Merry Happy

Driving through Boerne this Christmas Season 
And what did my wondering ears come to hear...
But the locals in chorus, a Hill Country Goosemas, 
A lively honking of  cheer.




I give you permission for a half-minute smile, just click the link and let your lips go.
  
And we wish you a happy new deer.

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Sunday, December 19, 2010

Triple Coconut Cream Pie

First, apologies to my friends fighting high cholesterol or embarking on diets.  Don't read, please.  

I promised my friends at our community Christmas Potluck that I'd post this perfect holiday pie recipe--an easy no-bake confection, tasty and fluffy.

Triple Coconut Cream Pie
Serves 6-8 
Prepare crust first:
1/2 cup butter
3/4 cup flour, less 2 tablespoons
2 tablespoons wheat germ**
1/2 cup flaked coconut
3 tablespoons brown sugar
1/2 teaspoon table salt  
**wheat germ gives a nutty flavor but you can add 2 Tblsp. flour instead.

Directions:
*Grease 9 inch pie pan.
*In a skillet, melt butter over low heat.  
*Stir in remaining ingredients.  
*Turn heat up a bit and stir constantly until mixture is deep golden brown.  (You want the flour to cook and the mixture to toast.)
*Use a spoon to press the hot mixture into pie pan.  
*Set aside to cool.  Crust will firm as it cools.

Filling:
8 oz. cream cheese, room temp
2 tsp. vanilla extract, divided use
1 cup sugar, divided use
1 cup heavy whipping cream
2 cups flaked coconut, divided use
1/4 tsp table salt

*Put  3/4 cup coconut in a dry skillet and toast until lightly browned, tossing frequently.  Set aside to cool.
*Whip cream, gradually adding 1 tsp vanilla and 1/2 cup sugar, whipping to stiff peaks. Set aside.
*Beat cream cheese, 1/2 cup sugar, salt and 1 tsp. vanilla until light and fluffy.
*Fold cream cheese and 1 1/4 cups coconut into the whipped cream.  Mound in cooled crust, swirling the top to a small center peak.
*Sprinkle toasted coconut on top. 
*Refrigerate at least two hours to set filling.

And last, follow my neighbors' lead and treat yourself to a few mouthfuls of sweet tangy coconutty celebration.
Thanks to my friend Linnea Schlobohm for her pictures!

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Friday, December 17, 2010

Wherever You Can Find It



My Christmas sock collection, most of it.  Top row pairs.  Bottom row singles.  

It's a mystery.  Where did the mates go?  I know I wore three of the bottom-row residents not long ago--IN PAIRS.  Did my only-recently-former washing machine eat them?  And is that why the washer quit expelling water and we had to forge a new washer relationship only four years into what I'd thought was a life-long commitment?

I've worn holiday socks since looong before I turned silver.  A rebellion thing, probably.  Fourteen Decembers ago when I went to the hospital Monday-Friday every week to burn out wayward breast cancer cells, I wore a different pair every day.  Rebellion against cold halls and green paper gowns; pain and fear and fatigue.

It worked too. You have to smile at sparkly Christmas cats at your toes.  And remember life beyond fear and exhaustion.

I didn't think anyone else saw them.  Until the day I huddled on a hard plastic chair in a gray hall, trying to hold the flimsy gown closed while I waited for the radiologist.  

I kept my eyes on the floor until the wheels of a gurney rolled past and stopped beside me.  When I looked up, a young girl lay still under a blanket, her eyes slits in the white moon of her face.  

She glanced at me.  I smiled.  Her gaze shifted downward.  I didn't know what kind of cancer she had but I knew it was bad.  And her treatment as hard as the disease.  I understood why she looked away.  When life is the edge of death, you don't waste energy on small talk and questions from strangers.

She looked up into my eyes then and smiled.  "Nice socks."
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Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Bloom Day - December 15, 2010

We garden to the weather--and Texas is known for the unpredictable. Last year we froze early, often and deep.  This year, not even a frosty kiss.  

Most of our flowers have shined and gone but we planted for year-round bloom and a few still provide a table for warm-day flyers.

Purple lantana  --->

 
And queen butterfly.




The biggest stand of my Prostrate Rosemary hums with flutter when the sun shines.  Here a Common Checkered Skipper enjoys a sip.


An as-yet-unidentified butterfly nectared nearby. Does anyone know his name?   

Update:  Thanks to Dorothy Borders who writes Gardening with Nature for the identification:  Common mestra (Mestra amymone), a new species ID for our garden.

I'm not as enthusiastic about the bugs eating my Giant Turk's Cap.  

I wish I had the proper botanical name for this variety.  I was told it's native to Texas, grows along rivers in this area.  The leaves are much larger than the Malvaviscus arboreus var. drummondii.


The drooping leaves tell you there are no rivers in my backyard. 

















A late-migrant hummingbird--female Ruby-throated, I think--stopped by the Pineapple Sage on Thanksgiving Day.  

The sage has the Christmas spirit this year, still decorating the front beds in red and green.


 
For more bloomday treats, click on over to May Dreams. And whether you're gardening outdoors or in dreams now, I hope you're happy and your holidays are warm.

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Monday, December 13, 2010

What's Wrong With This Picture?


I'd been headswollen sick last week and was just getting better.  So Friday night I had to concentrate to get everything together--food, gift, clothes, toenail polish, tiara.

But it wasn't until I got to Jo Anne's house (15 minutes late) knowing the lane would be lined with cars, finding it dark and empty, that I remembered. Our monthly gathering is the second Tuesday.


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Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Deutsch Apple Bakery - Blanco, Texas


If you dream of sweets, the Deutsch Apple Bakery in Blanco is the place.  Apple-heaven, only half a mile from the courthouse square.

It starts before you even get in the door...the aroma of baking apples and sugary floury goodness in the oven, sweet-sharp and cinnamon-y.  Granny Smith apple pies baked fresh every morning. The Bakery makes apple pies daily, other flavors when they feel like it.  The day we were there they had pecan and buttermilk also.

The sign on the front door says:  

And regulars know it's true.  The Bakery often runs out of apple pie by 10:00am.  Get out of bed if you want pie for breakfast. 

But if you've been to the Deutsch Apple Bakery before, the Apple Pecan Cake is probably what drew you back--whether you're a Hill Country resident or hail from Austin, San Antonio or Houston.  Yes, I know Houston is more than 200 miles from Blanco.  But there are Houstonians who order an Apple Pecan Cake and make the drive and count themselves lucky they don't live further.  

I'll admit that before we went, I didn't understand the excitement about apple cake.  I've had apple cake before--kind of a spice cake.  Okay.

The Deutsch Apple Bakery's apple cake is OhBaby!  Moist like a spiced poundcake and layered with slices of melting tart apples spiked with a heavenly pecan glaze.  Let your tongue imagine a sweet marriage of browned butter-sugar-vanilla-dash of salt-caramel-pecan permeating the cake and krinkling over the surface. Owner Connie Endres says they take the cakes still hot from the ovens and dip them whole into a hot pan of glaze so that every inch is covered.

I'm convinced it's the best apple cake in the world. In a town of fewer than 10,000 souls.  In the Texas Hill Country, of course.  But you don't have to believe me, come try it for yourself.  Pick up a real estate brochure while you're there so you won't have to drive so far next time.

If You Go:

The Deutsch Apple Bakery, 602 Chandler St., Blanco
1-866-329-2253 tollfree, 830-833-2882 local
Hours:  Monday - Friday 8:00am-4:30pm, Saturday 8:00am-4:00pm -- or until they run out...

Update December 22, 2011: According to deutschapple.com, the bakery has closed.  Sad days for apple cake lovers.


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Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Thanksgiving Leftovers

Celebrating food and family, Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday.  We hosted this year, were blessed with a houseful and to send leftovers home with everyone.

We had unexpected leftovers here too.  I'm thankful the Pineapple Sage (Salvia elegans) was still blooming when I looked out the kitchen window to see an errant male Blackchinned Hummingbird hovering among the blooms. The next day a female and the day after, another.  My feeder is back up now, just in case.

And I'm thankful the last guest had driven away before the powder-room toilet overflowed.  And when I plunged it (yech), the other toilets and the guestroom bathtub filled brown.  

Thankful too that we fixed it in the few hours before the next guests arrived.  

And that when the brown flood returned on Monday, a plumber came out within hours for a better fix.

Now, every time I flush and the water disappears, replaced by clear water, I'm thankful.  



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Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Copper Canyon Daisies (Tagetes lemmonii)

A few nights ago we had a freeze warning.  Today, temps in the 80's.  Texas Hill Country weather...
My Copper Canyon Daisies (Tagetes lemmonii) don't care.

Native to Mexico and Arizona, the plants can take drought and alkaline soil too--even my thin-clay-over limestone. 

More good news, these tough, aster-family perennials grow well in zones 8a-11, with full sun and good drainage.  Over time, the plants sprawl, reportedly up to 6 feet high, but mine have never gone beyond 3-4 feet tall and wide.  Some winters they die back to the ground, and we prune back.  In mild winters my bushes have been evergreenish and I give a modest spring prune.

The dark green, ferny foliage smells like citrus or licorice or mint, depending on who's doing the smelling.  Deer don't like any of those smells, so the grazers take a pass.

Copper Canyon Daisies light up my wild space October - November when other flowers are spent, laying a banquet for  butterflies and bees.  And I love looking out to a thousand flowery suns.

Hope the views out your front windows are happy this Thanksgiving week. 

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Thursday, November 18, 2010

Wurstfest 2010 -- 50th Anniversary

I've been trying for a couple of weeks to share this year's New Braunfels  Wurstfest with you.














This year's celebration was the 50th anniversary, complete with visits from German sister-city residents, contests, a fun run, sailing regatta, melodrama and more.

 






Not everyone eats smoked sausage (even sausage made from a proven 128 year old recipe), drinks beer (even good German beer on tap) or grooves to accordion-centric polka.  (Do the words 'groove' and 'polka' even fit in the same sentence?)

But if all the pieces came together on a beautiful evening, I bet you'd give it a try.
We had fun.  People wear getups that in any other setting would be considered Halloween costumes.

There's a strong poultry theme, probably related to the chicken dance, beloved of two year olds and the beer-sotted.
 
A night at Wurstfest offers the chance to drink beer with friends, sway in unison to the oompah and forget whatever needs forgetting until tomorrow.

I thought Denny and I might have had even more fun if we'd polka'd round the dance floor...although Denny says public humiliation is seldom entertaining to the participants...Maybe I'll find a Learn the Polka video before next year.  Or we could just drink more first.

For your own peek at Wurstfest in Das Grosse Zelt, here is 55 seconds--seeing grandma do the uber-polka at the end is worth the wait. 




Next year's Wurstfest is November 4-13, 2011. Don't say I didn't give you notice.

Ein, swei, g'suffa!

By the way, Denny posted his view of Wurstfest here. And I'd thought his main interest in Wurstfest was the sausage...



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Thursday, November 11, 2010

Opossum Evening

I never know what I'll find outside my front door...






 

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Thursday, November 4, 2010

The Arrival of Autumn


In other climes, showy foliage signals the season.  We have a little of that here in the Hill Country.  Bald cypresses and sycamores by the rivers orange up.  

Banks of the Blanco River, Wimberley.----->


But the reason folks here say Fall instead of Autumn is that most of our foliage just turns brown and falls off.   



We usually mark the change of season in other ways.  

The arrival of the first Hermit Thrush, which I saw from the front porch last week one sunset-hour, but was unable to document because I was holding a glass of wine instead of a camera.

Our first Chipping sparrow flew in last week.  

By February, hundreds will feed just outside my kitchen windows.





















The most intense mark of the season is this guy:
He's stalking one of the does, round and round our house.  



And by the looks of her, he's already been successful.   


But he keeps trying.  


However you mark the change of season in your home, I hope it's good.
  
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Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Breathe


  And feel the bright.

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Sunday, October 31, 2010

Happy Halloween

Some folks hate Halloween. Witches and goblins and the devil, etc.

But ever since Fantasy Fest 1995, when I danced on the tropical oddical streets of Key West until the sun rose over the Atlantic Ocean,  I've loved October 31st.  

Fantasy Fest theme that year was movies and I went as Carmen Miranda.  No, I don't know why.  I was the only female Carmen in Key West.  Which would have been fine except that the others were better looking.  Especially the troupe of Swedish blonde six-footers with towering head-dresses.

Any holiday that gives you an excuse to laugh and dance into dawn gets my vote.

Hope yours is good magic.

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Friday, October 29, 2010

The Art of Inspiration -- Palo Duro Canyon

You drive miles of High Plains flat and suddenly you're standing on the rim of depth.  Wind blows across your face. You don't think. The feeling wells in a tingling race up your arm down your leg one side the other round and round the breath in your chest expanding, your pulse singing in your ears your mind floating pure rock color.

Hidden in the Texas High Plains, Palo Duro Canyon tumbles steep red-rocked walls to wind-and-water carved depths snaking 120 miles, sometimes a mile rim to rim.  

I've always admired Georgia O'Keeffe's art. The way she painted her vision. The emotion of life, raw and fleeting, poised on the edge of death as we all are.

O'Keeffe had given up oil painting before she moved to the High Plains--a personal rejection of the stylistic rules of the day.   

Palo Duro Canyon was her inspiration to begin putting her own vision on canvas. 

<--Red Landscape, 1916, oil on board by Georgia O'Keeffe.  Photo courtesy of Panhandle-Plains Historical Museum, Canyon, TX.
 
In 1916, she'd taken a job teaching at West Texas State Normal School (now West Texas A&M University) in tiny Canyon, Texas, twelve miles from Palo Duro Canyon.  During her time there, she made the trek to Palo Duro frequently, even during winter snow.  On at least one occasion she walked from town to make the climb down the steep rocky walls.  Every descent was a different route so she could see the canyon and feel the canyon and hold the colors of ancient passion and weathered present in her mind.  

She made her first canyon paintings during her time at the Normal School, four evolutionary pieces, all slashed with Palo Duro red.

As we stood before the rocks I understood.  The Canyon will set you free.

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Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Where the Wind Blows

First, I missed you.  My friends who stop by Hill Country Mysteries to share thoughts.  And those who write stimulating, amazing, amusing life in their own spaces.  Denny and I have been out of pocket.  I'm looking forward to catching up with everyone.

Texas is big.  I live here and I thought I knew that.  But I didn't really know until we drove across and north up near Amarillo--farther than the drives from Los Angeles to Tucson or New York City to Raleigh.

You can drive a long way in the Texas Panhandle without finding a bathroom.

Questions rise from the landscape. In hardscrabble Rockwood, estimated population 29, College Street is paved for a car length or two before rutting into dirt.  I wondered what kind of learning the optimistic founders experienced there, and what a Rockwood resident gets now.  

A little farther along, the scene posed this question:  Do you think goats see llamas as authority figures?

We rode on two-lane SH 153 into the High Plains, a quiet land mysterious in sameness, where blue sky washed vast overhead as harvest-ready hay and cotton stretched to the horizon.  

Until giants stalked the boundary of earth and sky, and the road passed between their pastures, forward into their turning blades before veering beyond sight. 



If travelers pause their journeys, standing at the edge, a constant wind flows a low-hum song.  


I brought 15 seconds back for you.

 






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Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Stepping Out

It's not my ears, it's my mind, grooved in musical habit.

That's why Denny and I go to the House Concerts at our neighbor's home--to hear what we don't know.  And experience the pulse of instrument and voice alive in the air, connecting people and cultures.
 
Bob Goldstein, Bill Hearne, and Lance Quadri, the Bill Hearne Trio, sing and play in a range of styles I don't choose often--folk, country and cowboy.  But the guys have great picking and sweet harmonies.  And I couldn't wait to see how many instruments Bob would play during the course of each song.  

Denny and I both had a good time rolling with the tunes. 


If you'd like a taste too, click the video below.  Feel free to tap your toes.




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Sunday, October 17, 2010

A Hill Country Woman's Gardening Wardrobe


 

A well-rounded wardrobe, with ultimate one-size-fits-all unisex versatility.

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Friday, October 15, 2010

Cutie Pies

I don't need a 12-Step Program, I'm not really a pie-aholic.  I can prove it--I don't eat pie every day, I can stop at one piece and I don't pie-binge on payday.

But I'm glad I don't walk the 1600 block of South Congress in Austin every day.  I might be too tempted.  And you can't miss Cutie Pies pink food wagon.  

Jaynie Buckingham, AKA the Pie Queen, serves gone-to-heaven-pie right there in the parking lot on the side of the road.

She makes and bakes her one-person-sized pies at home, starting sometimes at 2am, so she can bring smiles to South Congress Wednesdays to Sundays, from 11:00am-until sellout.


Not just any pies, either.  Five kinds of sweet-flaky-thin-crusted nirvana, recipes handed down by her Mama, Betty Lou.  Denny and I tasted four kinds the day we were there, all happy-making.

Some have won awards.   Southern Living Magazine named Betty Lou's Buttermilk Pie the BEST PIE IN TEXAS. (I'm wondering how many pies the writers had to taste, and whether the magazine has any job openings.)

But the two that made me swoon were MJ's Texas Twister, with a decadent deep chocolate, buttermilk tangy, coconutty, rich toasted pecan-good filling worthy of capitalization.  And Cherry-Blackberry, a waterfall of mouth-tingling ripeness balanced with sweet satisfaction.  And for which I believe Ms. Buckingham deserves another crown.
So the next time you're in Austin Wednesday-Sunday, early enough to find pie still in the cart, try some Cutie Pies heaven for yourself.  Your tongue will thank you.

UPDATE, October 2013: New location is corner of 24th & Nueces, Monday-Saturday 11am - 6pm, *closed on bad weather days* 


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