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Maybe a year ago I promised Yvsa I'd get him some Mormon tea. Am now getting around to it and thought the reasons it took so long might be of interest to the Cantina.
I'd been told the approximate location of some by Jerry ( Gunmaker ) but it was 20 miles away on the Rez. I wanted to harvest it with him along to confirm that what I picked was what I thought. Between his health and mine, it just never worked out.
You see, the reason I wanted him with me was not just to locate it, but to make sure it was what I thought it was. Years ago I was reading up on chile and heard how the old camp cooks on the cattle drives used to pick wild chiles along the way to season the pot. So one day on the rez I spotted this plant with a chile shaped pod and pick it to take back to the tribal hall to make sure of the identification.
It was identified all right, as LOCOWEED!!!
So anyway, a few miles south of town up a ravine, I spotted some of what I was pretty sure was Mormon tea. Grabbed my 20" Sirupati and started filling up a plastic grocery bag. Took it over to Jerry and told him he had a chance to win a prize.
Just identify it and he won it... Identify it correctly as mormon tea and he won the prize, a bag of it. Identify it incorrectly as mormon tea and end up in the hospital, and he won the booby prize. ( I'm still waiting for confirmation which prize it was! )
Finally, some of you may remember the old Bill Cosby routine about mothers telling kids be sure to put on clean underwear when they go out so if they get into an accident they'll have clean underwear on when they get taken to the hospital? Well, Cosby's observation was if you're riding your bike and see a car coming at you, you are going to have an accident whether the car hits you or not.
OK, for the record: here I am harvesting mormon tea up a 45/50 degree slope of loose sand and loam, the bushes are 14-16 feet above the floor of the ravine, my feet are at least 10 feet up the ravine, I got a plastic grocery bag on one hand, holding the bush with the same hand, whacking away with a 20" Sirupati at these bushes, and my footing gives way, and I slip and slide all the way down to the floor of the ravine, fortunately uninjured ( I did not say that I avoided and accident, however ). Let's say it was a memorable moment and I took a shower ASAP after I got home.
I'd been told the approximate location of some by Jerry ( Gunmaker ) but it was 20 miles away on the Rez. I wanted to harvest it with him along to confirm that what I picked was what I thought. Between his health and mine, it just never worked out.
You see, the reason I wanted him with me was not just to locate it, but to make sure it was what I thought it was. Years ago I was reading up on chile and heard how the old camp cooks on the cattle drives used to pick wild chiles along the way to season the pot. So one day on the rez I spotted this plant with a chile shaped pod and pick it to take back to the tribal hall to make sure of the identification.
It was identified all right, as LOCOWEED!!!
So anyway, a few miles south of town up a ravine, I spotted some of what I was pretty sure was Mormon tea. Grabbed my 20" Sirupati and started filling up a plastic grocery bag. Took it over to Jerry and told him he had a chance to win a prize.
Just identify it and he won it... Identify it correctly as mormon tea and he won the prize, a bag of it. Identify it incorrectly as mormon tea and end up in the hospital, and he won the booby prize. ( I'm still waiting for confirmation which prize it was! )
Finally, some of you may remember the old Bill Cosby routine about mothers telling kids be sure to put on clean underwear when they go out so if they get into an accident they'll have clean underwear on when they get taken to the hospital? Well, Cosby's observation was if you're riding your bike and see a car coming at you, you are going to have an accident whether the car hits you or not.
OK, for the record: here I am harvesting mormon tea up a 45/50 degree slope of loose sand and loam, the bushes are 14-16 feet above the floor of the ravine, my feet are at least 10 feet up the ravine, I got a plastic grocery bag on one hand, holding the bush with the same hand, whacking away with a 20" Sirupati at these bushes, and my footing gives way, and I slip and slide all the way down to the floor of the ravine, fortunately uninjured ( I did not say that I avoided and accident, however ). Let's say it was a memorable moment and I took a shower ASAP after I got home.