Love Letter to
But underneath all of this -- underneath all my deep and enduring love for coastal California -- is the scent-memory of the dry, clear, piñon-scented air of New Mexico.
I visited the state four years ago for just a brief trip, but it burrowed its way into my heart and stamped dusty desert footprints across it. Is it possible to miss places one has visited merely once? And yet, I do miss it: the cold, clear stars; the sweet, smoky, air; the flat, dry land rimmed by mountains; the shining ribbon of the Rio Grande cutting through the canyons; grey casinos huddled like rocks against a vast expanse of dark earth; the bones of the Spanish settlement laid bare and forgotten to the sun. I've often asked myself if I lived there, would I feel land-bound, hemmed in without an ocean? Somehow I feel I would not, for there is the grand river, and the wide-open.
This, then, is my love letter to New Mexico on this trumped-up holiday celebrating all things garish, and lovely. It may be an unconventional Valentine, but it is mine nonetheless.
Today, rather than plying myself with chocolates, or other sweets, I remember the fry bread I tasted for the first time in a little restaurant in Albuquerque. Instead of dressing up for a meal at a fancy -- and overpriced -- restaurant, I wish for my down vest, a necessary accoutrement for clambering up wind-swept rocks to explore abandoned pueblos. I remember strongly the sweet smell of the ever-burning piñon wood fires, smoke curling into the bluest sky. I would like to bake my obligatory dessert in a mud oven, rather than in my own tiny, indoor specimen. I want to cook with sage and piñon nuts, and all the other wild herbs and plants that were used by native people long before Europeans landed here. I want to bring the outdoors into the kitchen.
It is true that some places are close in your heart forever. I choose the Sierra Nevada, the Yosemite, a point on the edge of California, and the stretch of land in between Santa Fe and Taos, as mine.
Wild Sage Bread, from the Pueblo Indian Cookbook, by Phyllis Hughes
1 package dry yeast
1 cup native or cottage cheese
1 tb. vegetable oil
1 tb. sugar
2 tp. crushed dried wild sage
1 tp. salt
1/4 tp. baking soda
1/4 cup lukewarm water
2 1/2 cups flour
Mix all dry ingredients thoroughly. Dissolve the yeast in the water. Beat together the egg and cheese until smooth in a large bowl, then add the oil and yeast.
Pre heat oven to 350 F. Beat in the flour mixture slowly, beating vigorously after each addition until a stiff dough has formed. Cover dough with a cloth and let rise in a warm place for about an hour, or until doubled in bulk. Punch dough down, knead for a minute, then put into a buttered loaf pan. Cover and let rise 40 minutes. Bake for 50 minutes.
1 1/2 cups whole wheat flour
1/2 cup piñon nuts, ground to meal
2 tp baking powder
1/2 tp. salt
2 tb. sugar
2 tb. butter or olive oil
1/2-1 cup water
Sift flour, piñon, salt and baking powder together. Add the butter or oil and mix thoroughly. Add water a bit at a time to form a medium dough.
Knead dough for 5 minutes. Cover and let stand a few minutes. Divide the dough into egg-sized balls and roll into round cakes about 1/8-inch thick. Cook on a stove-top griddle, or bake in a 350-degree oven [recipe does not specify for how long, but I would say until slightly puffed and golden]. Serve hot, with honey.