Thursday, September 17, 2009
After many weeks of procrastination, I finally decided to go prickly pear picking with my neighbor, Argentina from Guatemala. Our mission: to find the deepest purple, most succulent prickly pear fruits we could. We hopped in the car and began driving with no real direction--in fact, we got lost.
And then we saw what we had come for.
A perfectly manucured fence lined with some of the largest prickly pears I've seen. We had to get these babies, but I don't believe in being rude and picking other peoples plants so I mustered up all the courage I could and drove up the long gravel driveway and asked the owner if I could pick her prickly pears. She agreed and asked for a jar of prickly pear jelly in return. I think I can handle that.
So we parked and examined the cacti, using care not to stick ourselves with their many thorns. The trick to picking prickly pears is this: tongs. If you don't use tongs, you'll be pulling teensy tiny stickers out of your fingers for at least a day. Believe me. I forgot my tongs on this trip.
As I filled my bowl with magenta fruits, Argentina from Guatemala plucked prickly pears from the cacti and placed them into her grocery bag. That's when this guy showed up:
At first my friend was nervous and I chuckled to myself as I heard a very worried woman talk to this handsome horse. Then the horse headed my way. I could see why Argentina was so nervous as this horse was very macho. I don't blame him--after all we were the strange ones picking the cacti.
In the end, we picked around 70 cups of prickly pears--way more than we needed. In other words, I now have enough prickly pears to make over 120 jars of jelly. Holy hotdog what the heck am I supposed to do with that many jars of jelly?
Don't even get me started on the wild persimmons we picked.
What I'm Talkin' About: Texan Adventures