Special Dog

Our sister Beth came up from Mexico for Thanksgiving . . . with a beautiful dog she rescued from what she calls “the jail” – a un-shaded fenced area near Calexico, with over 300 dogs that had been rounded up.

This particular dog, a golden retriever-golden labrador mix, appeared to her in a dream . . . it’s a long story, but suffice to say that this is a special dog in need of a special home.

She is about 2 ½ years old, healthy and spayed, loyal and loving, playful and well-adapted to indoor living. She is also blind, but even Beth (a veterinarian) didn’t realize she was blind for quite some time because her senses of smell and hearing are so acute that she has no problems negotiating the world.

However, she does need a real home. The ideal home would be where she has a human companion with her most of the day -- a stable environment and a regular schedule. She does get along well with other dogs (after the initial introduction) and is even ok with cats. She will be fine in the city and is fine on a leash – in fact she seems to be more secure with the leash connecting her to someone she trusts. Once she has an olfactory map of her world, she doesn’t need any special help. She does have an extra need for intimacy and the security of having a person nearby. Her sense of connection and loyalty make her an excellent guard dog, as well as a loving companion.

If you think “Spirit” is the dog for you, or just want to find out a little more about her, call Beth before Dec 25 -- 309-965-2304.

We have come to the time of the year when root vegetables are at their peak -- of goodness, and of girth.

But don't take my word for it . . . take Deborah Madison's. The celebrated writer and local food advocate says:

It's such a prime moment for root vegetables and bigger doesn't mean less in quality . . . unless you're growing in some really hot dry place, like the Rio Grand Valley.

Because Deborah loves big root vegetables, we brought her one of Henry's big long burdock roots, and a couple of large beets.

The burdock she presented to the world in all its glory.

The beet she held in her hands like a heart -- a big, red, beet-ing heart.

Then she grabbed a grater, and within a few minutes both beets were transformed into a big loose pile of shreds.

Then she got out a yogurt sauce she had made earlier, and tossed a half a cup or so of it with the beets. And we had the best beet salad of our lives -- just like that!

I'm not sure, but I think this was the recipe for the yogurt sauce. It's from Clifford Wright, and Deborah wrote about it here.
From the book A Mediterranean Feast by Clifford A. Wright

Ingredients

1 tsp. salt

4 fresh garlic cloves, peeled

¾ cup high-quality, full-fat yogurt

6 Tbsp. strained yogurt, or labna (see Note, below)

½ tsp. cayenne pepper

1 tsp. chopped dill weed

~ Extra-virgin olive oil

Steps

1. Pound the salt and garlic together in a mortar until mushy.

2. Blend it with the yogurt, labna, cayenne, and dill. Turn it into a bowl and swirl olive oil over the surface.

To strain yogurt, measure it into a small strainer set over a bowl and leave it for three or more hours; discard the strained liquid. Alternatively, for this recipe you could use Greek-style yogurt or even sour cream.

Digging Deep for Burdock

Since we're rather sparse in the greens category this fall, thanks to the extremely hot and dry August, we are bringing up more roots, including Japanese turnips, daikon, and burdock.

The long tap root of the burdock plant goes down about 3 feet. You cannot pull them as you would a beet or radish, but must dig down alongside them, loosen them, and gently lift them out. Although most burdock roots are straight, every now and then, you'll see an intertwined pair of roots like these that our intern Charlie just extricated here.

Burdock root definitely falls into the “can’t judge a book . . .” category of vegetables. At the market we sometimes wish that burdock were red or yellow and shiny like a colored pepper to attract the human eye. Alas, burdock is dull and brown and looks tough and unappetizing. But it is tender (you can scrape away the thin skin with a light fingernail) and earthy and delicious. It is also low in calories and high in fiber, iron, and inulin, a carbohydrate that is good for diabetics. The humble exterior of the large, dark, woody-looking root belies the sweet, nutty, delicate, crunchy flesh within.

Henry and I first encountered burdock as a food on our separate sojourns in Japan during the 1980s. Although the plant grows throughout Europe and North America, until very recently it had been cultivated only in Japan. Only now are we rediscovering what many Native Americans knew about the virtues of burdock. For the Illiniwek, burdock was an important winter food. They dug it in the fall, under the Harvest and Hunter’s Moons, and dried it. Then they ate it throughout the long, cold months of winter.

In addition to being used as a food item for millennia, many cultures have used burdock medicinally. Early Chinese physicians treated colds, flu, throat infections, and pneumonia with burdock preparations, and it is considered a powerful source of “yang” energy according to Chinese philosophy and macrobiotic practice—meaning it gives you the energy and strength to do what needs to be done.

As I mentioned, we're a bit low on fall salad greens this year, but look for some lovely mizuna bunches (the frilly, saw-toothed leaves above) and mesclun mix (using some of our buttery lettuces like the one below) coming to the Evanston Market this Saturday.

Saving (not Spitting) Watermelon Seeds

Given the 650+ varieties of vegetables Henry grows, seed-saving is not something we have time for. But when the seed companies stop carrying a variety that Henry loves, we have no choice.

So one of my happy tasks the past few days has been to make my way through a big, delicious, yellow-fleshed melon known as AU Golden Producer, set the seeds aside, rinse them, and put them on a napkin to dry.

Then I'll put them in an envelope, label it with the variety and date, and give it to Henry to plant next year.

And so the wonderful cycle of planting and reaping continues.