Hot, hot, hot: Chile Pepper Festival 2010 September 8, 2010
Posted by ourfriendben in wit and wisdom.Tags: 15th Annual Chile Pepper Food Festival, Bowers Chile Pepper Festival, James Weaver, Meadow View Farm
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This weekend is one of our favorite local festivals here at Poor Richard’s Almanac, the 15th Annual Chile* Pepper Food Festival held at Bill Delong Memorial Park in scenic Bowers, PA. (A sign of the times, this year’s brochure urges festival goers to “program your GPS to 233 Bowers Road, Bowers, PA 19511.”) The festival runs from 9 to 6 both Friday and Saturday (September 10th and 11th). And trust us, it’s the most colorful, flavorful festival you’ll ever attend.
You don’t have to be a hot-pepper fanatic like our friend and fellow blog contributor, Richard Saunders (who grows the hottest of the hot in containers on his deck), or our friend Rob (who managed to cram 19 kinds of heirloom hot pepper into his garden this year and has literally thousands of hot peppers ready to harvest) to love the Chile Pepper Festival. Our friend Ben and Silence Dogood are definitely wimps when it comes to hot food, but, like Richard and Rob, we still look forward to the Bowers festival all year long.
That’s because it’s really, really fun. There are tons of beautiful crafts and handmade clothes (including, of course, chile-themed tee-shirts and aprons—pretty much chile-themed everything, come to think of it—but many of the crafts have nothing to do with chiles). There’s live music. There are contests: for the best chile-themed song, the best salsa, and —gulp—a jalapeno-eating contest. (Contestants have to eat a heaping plate of raw jalapenos in 30 seconds; the person who manages to down the most wins. The festival website pictures last year’s winner and runners-up holding their trophies, and amazingly, they look remarkably lifelike.)
There’s also food—every conceivable kind of food, from actual chili and chili dogs to kettle corn (a regional specialty that, to our dismay, turned out not to be some wonderful kind of corn dish but in fact is popcorn). And, of course, drinks to help put out the flames, from iced tea and lemonade to specialty sodas, brewed locally in nearby Kutztown by the Kutztown Soda Works.
And that’s just the beginning. You can buy any kind of chile pepper on earth, from jalapenos and habaneros to the legendary Bhut Jalokia, the world’s hottest pepper. It is awesome to see the range of colors and shapes of the endless assortment of fresh peppers for sale, from the tiny bright yellow teardrops of ‘Wild Brazil’ to flesh- and chocolate-colored habaneros. There are dried peppers, in packets and powders and ristras and wreaths and dried flower arrangements. And there are literally thousands of salsas and sauces to choose from, as well as every conceivable kind of pepper-flavored product, from chile chocolates to jalapeno wine. There is also a fantastic assortment of heirloom tomatoes; Silence can never resist those.
For us, one of the biggest attractions is James Weaver’s Meadow View Farm. Jim Weaver is the reason there is a chile pepper festival in Bowers: He’s a nationally renowned expert on heirloom vegetables and especially hot peppers of all types and stripes. He’s also an Old Order Mennonite, which translates to an almost Amish simplicity: no electricity in the home, no automobiles, an eighth-grade education. We admire Jim Weaver, not just because of his amazing achievements, but also because we think he’s the happiest guy we know. If you see him, be sure to ask about the peppers; you’re sure to learn something.
The festival features a booth of Meadow View’s produce, but you can also drive or take a horse-drawn wagon ride up to Meadow View Farm itself, tour the nursery, enjoy fields of pick-your-own peppers and flowers, and take home some of the delicious array of products Jim and his family make on-site: Jim’s own Dutchy Gun Powder (Pennsylvania Dutch hot pepper) blends; Jay Dee’s hot pepper vinegars; Uncle Joe’s hot sauces; and Alma Weaver’s fabulous hot pepper-fruit jellies (our favorites are blackberry/Czech Black, peach/Lemon Drop, and Hottest Habanero) and homemade pickles (from dilly beans and pickled garlic to chipotles and chowchow).
OFB and Silence actually cheated and went to Meadow View over Labor Day Weekend so Silence could get a huge box of heirloom paste tomatoes to make into sauce; we’ll be back at the end of the month to check out the always-extensive selection of pumpkins and winter squash to add to our Harvest Home display. And of course, we buy our heirloom veggie transplants from Meadow View every spring.
But let’s get back to the festival. It’s held in a lovely park with plenty of shade trees, plenty of bathrooms (Silence always insists that we mention this), and a great walking trail. Admission is by donation, and parking is free. Much to our black German shepherd Shiloh’s distress, the festival is pet-free, and since it’s family-friendly, it’s also alcohol-free. (You can buy that bottle of jalapeno wine, but don’t try opening it on site.) Check out the details and great photos of past festivals at www.pepperfestival.com. And do come! We’d love to see you there.
*The festival name reflects the difference between the peppers themselves, chiles, and the famous dish made from them, chili. As opposed to the country, Chile. And as if this isn’t confusing enough, Silence points out that most Indian and Asian cookbooks refer to the peppers as chillis. Let’s call the whole thing hot peppers.
Money for nothing. September 7, 2010
Posted by ourfriendben in Ben Franklin, wit and wisdom.Tags: American currency, Ben Franklin, Benjamin Franklin, counterfeit currency, currency, first American paper money, new design for $100 bill, paper money
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It’s me, Richard Saunders of Poor Richard’s Almanac fame, here today to talk about what some have called “Benjamin Franklin’s Greatest Invention.” Can you guess what it is? The lightning rod? Electricity? America?
According to Thomas Levenson, who wrote an article by that name for American History magazine, Franklin’s greatest invention was the paper money economy. Before Franklin, there was only “the coin of the realm,” which is to say, gold, silver and copper coinage, which carried intrinsic worth. It was Ben Franklin who realized, as Levenson puts it, that “Money is not a thing; it is an idea.” But unless that idea is backed by something of real value, why would anyone accept it as payment for goods or to settle debts?
This brings us back to gold (and silver and copper). The Colonies had a coinage crisis on their hands because Britain kept a stranglehold on the amount of coins that were allowed into their American holdings. There simply—and very deliberately—weren’t enough to go around, even with the addition of the famous “pieces of eight,” cut from Spanish silver dollars, and any other coinage the Colonists could scrounge from foreign traders. Commerce was languishing, and the Colonies were facing bankruptcy.
It was at this point that Ben Franklin stepped forward with the idea of currency (currency is paper money, as opposed to coinage). And he came up with a brilliant idea to give real value to what might otherwise have appeared to be worthless paper: The governments of the Colonies could back the currency with the one thing America had plenty of: land. (The “gold standard,” backing American currency with its value in gold, didn’t come about until the Gold Rush filled America’s coffers with gold.)
The desperate Colonies welcomed Ben’s innovation. And being a printer, the canny Franklin lost no time in becoming the designer and printer of currency for the Colonies. But he quickly hit a snag. Counterfeiters had been having a field day faking coinage through the centuries (thus, the iconic image of pirates and gunslingers biting gold coins to see if they were genuine). How much easier it would be to counterfeit paper money!
Fortunately for the Colonies, Ben was up to the challenge. A friend of his, the botanist Jacob Breitnall, had made a series of prints of the leaves of various trees. Franklin realized that no two leaves—even from the same tree—were exactly the same. So if he could transfer Breitnall’s elaborate leaf prints onto his currency, it would be extremely difficult to counterfeit. (Remember, this was before the era of photocopying, or even photography; a counterfeiter would have to try to reproduce the leaf patterns freehand.) Being Ben, he experimented until he managed it, and it worked: Counterfeits of the leaf-adorned bills were few and far between.
The various Colonial currencies Ben printed were so successful that in 1775, Congress authorized the printing of a national currency. “Paper money” remains the standard worldwide to this day, though I can’t tell you what governments are backing their bills with these days. Money for nothing? Appropriately, the U.S. $100 bill—the “Benjamin”—is the most widely recognized and traded large-denomination currency worldwide. (Remember how even the blind Indian beggar in “Slumdog Millionaire” was able to recognize a Benjamin?)
Also appropriately, Ben’s $100 bill recently received a facelift from the U.S. government in an attempt to thwart counterfeiting. Innovations on the new bill include raised printing, a 3-D ribbon, a camouflaged Liberty Bell, a watermark of Franklin, color shifting, microprinting, and a security thread. As Levenson remarks, this “array of high-tech innovations” would make Franklin proud.
[Note: Thanks to that great musician, Mark Knopfler, for the title of this post.]
Richard Saunders for Poor Richard’s Almanac
Too many tomatoes (and tomatillos, too)! September 6, 2010
Posted by ourfriendben in gardening, homesteading, recipes, wit and wisdom.Tags: burritos, homemade tomato sauce, making salsa roja, making salsa verde, tomatillos, tomatoes, using the tomato harvest
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Silence Dogood here. I don’t know what you do over Labor Day Weekend, but I’ve been laboring. That’s because it’s time to put up tomatoes and tomatillos. As I did last year, I bought a Xerox-paper-box full of heirloom ‘Amish Paste’ and ‘San Marzano’ paste tomatoes Saturday morning, when our friend Ben and I trekked over to James Weaver’s Meadow View Farm in scenic Bowers, PA to try to beat the crowds that are sure to turn up there this coming weekend as part of the Bowers Chile Pepper Food Festival. (You’ll be hearing more about this from OFB and our heat-loving friend and fellow blog contributor, Richard Saunders, later in the week.)
Getting back to the tomatoes, ‘San Marzano’ is my favorite paste tomato, and of course, ‘Amish Paste’ is revered here in Amish country, so I was extremely excited with my haul. But of course, that meant I had to cook them. Fortunately, it finally cooled down this weekend: perfect weather for spending a really, really long time over a hot stove. Because I’m telling you, it takes a looong time to cook tomatoes—even paste tomatoes—down to the thickness I wanted, that tomato-paste spoon-stands-up-in-it thickness.
Our neighbors had also been giving us tomatoes, and of course we have some of our own, too (though we mostly focus on growing a variety of yummy cherry, pear, and plum tomatoes). I never turn down gifts of tomatoes, since I can always use them in sandwiches, salads, and sauces. And as overwhelming as it might seem, tomato season is over all too quickly here in Pennsylvania. So we try to eat vine-ripened tomatoes every single day during the season, and I always try to preserve some of that hot-off-the-vine freshness in sauces and salsas.
So there I was, washing and chopping tomatoes like a madwoman and dumping them into my biggest LeCreuset Dutch oven and into my Crock-Pot. (I wanted to do a comparison and see what the tomatoes did in each type of reduction.) I slapped a spatter shield rather than a lid over the huge pot full of tomatoes and turned the heat down low; that way the tomatoes could cook down faster without making a huge mess all over the stovetop (and yours truly). I weighted the spatter shield down with the bamboo spoon I was using to stir the tomatoes. I turned the Crock-Pot on low and wedged a toothpick under the lid on two sides to allow a little evaporation.
As the tomatoes in the Dutch oven cooked down throughout the afternoon and evening, I chopped more and added them until the pot was once again full, stirring well to distribute the fresh tomatoes throughout the pot. I’d have done the same thing with the Crock-Pot, but there was one little problem: the tomatoes in it weren’t cooking down, even with the toothpicks. It’s not that they weren’t cooking: They made a lovely batch of tomato juice. They just weren’t cooking down, reducing in volume. I tried pushing the lid open a bit to allow more steam to escape, and I kept the Crock-Pot cooking overnight (I refrigerated the Dutch oven until morning, when I could resume operations), but to no avail. Clearly, the Dutch oven was the winner in terms of making a thick, rich sauce or paste and using up all those tomatoes, though as noted, the Crock-Pot was ideal for making tomato juice.
On Sunday morning, I put the Dutch oven back on the stove, still on low, and continued to cook the sauce, adding tomatoes as the volume cooked down. By afternoon, I’d used the entire box of tomatoes and all the tomatoes we’d been given, and I had a rich, red, fragrant, spoon-standing paste. Yum! I plan to use it to make spaghetti sauce, lasagna, and eggplant parm. And that’s just the beginning! For more ways to prepare a big batch of tomatoes for sauce, plus a great sauce for canning, check out my earlier post, “What to do with all those ripe tomatoes, part 3″ (you can find it via our search bar at upper right).
Now, let’s time-travel back to Saturday and those tomatillos. I’d decided to plant a tomatillo for the first time this spring, buying a transplant from Jim Weaver when we got our heirloom tomato and hot pepper transplants. And yes, you read that right, I got one tomatillo plant. But hey, space is limited here in the Hawk’s Haven veggie beds, and I wanted to make sure I could grow and, of course, use the tomatillos before I planted more. Still, I felt a bit sheepish approaching the counter with my one plant.
Turns out, I shouldn’t have worried. My lone tomatillo plant grew fantastically and produced dozens of tomatillos. I’d been looking forward to making homemade salsa verde (the famed Mexican “green sauce”), and it was definitely time to harvest the plump, pale green fruits in their papery husks: They’d filled out the husks and the husks were turning beige. So I went out with a large bowl and came back with several pounds of tomatillos.
I used a recipe I’d found on the Internet as a guide for my salsa verde, but of course, I couldn’t resist ignoring most of what it said and transforming it into Salsa Verde a la Silence. I guess I’m just incorrigible, but I know what we like and how to tweak a recipe to get it there. At least this time I (mostly) stuck to the original ingredients list, just not the proportions and directions.
I began by pouring olive oil in the bottom of my second-largest LeCreuset Dutch oven, adding Trocomare (spicy herbed salt), lemon pepper, chipotle powder, a huge diced sweet onion (‘Vidalia’ or ‘WallaWalla’ type), and three large minced garlic cloves. As the onion cooked down, I added veggie stock (any brand is good; this time, I used Emeril’s Organic) as needed to prevent sticking.
Meanwhile, I de-husked, washed, sliced, and chopped the tomatillos. This was not fun. Well, the dehusking part was fun, but the husked tomatillos were sticky, and once you rinsed them, the sticky stuff became slimy (as did your hands). Eeewwww. Next, you took your fingers’ safety in your hands (uh, so to speak) when it came time to actually slice and dice the tomatillos, which are quite hard even when ripe. All too easy for that knife to slip! A very sharp paring knife and unwavering attention are definitely called for.
I added the tomatillos to the pot as I filled the cutting board with them, continuing until they were all chopped. And of course I kept an eye on the pot, stirring and continuing to add veggie stock as needed. Once the tomatillos were all in, I added two minced green and two minced red chiles. (The recipe called for 8 to 12 serrano chiles, but OFB and I aren’t as heat-tolerant as many of our friends, and I wanted to use what I had on hand rather than going to the store to buy serranos. Not to mention that I’d already added some chipotle powder.) Next, I added a half-bunch of chopped fresh cilantro. Finally, when everything had almost cooked down, I added a liberal splash of Key lime juice.
The recipe said to put this mix in the blender and blend until smooth. No doubt, if you did that, you’d have the salsa verde you get in Mexican restaurants. But of course I didn’t. I don’t mind extra texture—in fact, I enjoy it—and I already had enough dishes piling up, given the tomato sauce situation.
Now, needless to say, I’m desperate to make burritos for supper. I have the large flour tortillas and even managed to get hold of both queso blanca and queso fresca. I have half a bunch of gorgeous cilantro left over from the salsa verde, and of course the salsa verde itself. All I’d have to do is make some rice and a blander version of my usual refried beans (adding the rest of the cilantro to the beans), spoon the rice and refritos into the middle of a tortilla, top with crumbled queso, top that with salsa verde, fold the tortilla over the filling, and secure the tortilla with toothpicks before sealing it in aluminum foil and popping it in the oven to bake (along with two more for OFB). Then, I’d just need to top each hot burrito with shredded lettuce and salsa roja (red sauce). Served up with margaritas, they’d be quite a treat!
But hey, what about that salsa roja? No worries, I have the tomato-sauce base! I’m thinking I’d saute another chopped sweet onion in olive oil with a couple more minced garlic cloves, toss in a couple of minced jarred chipotle chiles once the onion clarified, add Trocomare and 1/4 teaspoon each of ground cinnamon, cloves, and allspice, then add the tomato sauce. I could puree that in a blender, or leave it, too, as is. Yum!
Now I just have to make a Thai eggplant dish to use up all the eggplants, and a Thai curry, and… gasp…
‘Til next time,
Silence
Amish gone amok! September 3, 2010
Posted by ourfriendben in wit and wisdom.Tags: blog humor, wacky blog searches
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Our virtual inbox here at Poor Richard’s Almanac is once again overflowing with wild and wacky blog searches that have inadvertently brought folks to our blog. As always, we can’t resist sharing some of the gems from these “search engine terms” with you. Search phrase in bold, our comment following. Enjoy!
how to tell if your tomatoes have botulism: Well, eating them would probably give you a pretty good idea, and sooner rather than later. Then again, you could make them into tomato juice, inject the juice into your wrinkles, and see if it smooths them out. If so, there’s your answer…
amish gone amok: What have the Amish done to deserve this?! They’re too busy to even think of running amok. And where on earth did a word like “amok” come from, anyway?!
poor richards almanac meaning of the cat: To our knowledge, when we use the word “cat” in our posts we mean the same thing by it as everyone else: Furry, four-legged, long-tailed, pointy-eared, sharp-toothed purring machines that sleep 23 hours a day and rampage through the house for the 24th hour, inevitably from 2 to 3 a.m., occasionally tossing up hairballs so you can step on them in the dark.
history of yellow plumb tomatoes: These were developed by a contractor to hang perfectly level on the vines.
tomatoes with blithe eating them: We always feel blithe when eating ripe tomatoes, but have never encountered blithe eating anything by itself.
purpose of yuppies in the 80s: Damned if we know, unless it was to provide a cautionary tale about mindless greed, materialism and ambition.
altoid scare mad cow disease: Yes, we’ve heard that waving some Altoids over your herd would scare the disease off. And if you add them to the feed, your cows will have fresh, minty breath, too.
informal gathering salad: Just send your guests out to the salad bed and tell them not to come back until they’ve picked something.
mennonite redneck bubba: Okay, we’re from the South, we’ve heard “redneck” and “bubba” paired more than once. But never before with “Mennonite.” Perhaps these Mennonite redneck Bubbas got together with their Amish cousins and ran amok?! Or, more likely, amuck.
That’s it for this batch! But doubtless there are many more to come…
Biscuit wars. September 2, 2010
Posted by ourfriendben in homesteading, recipes, wit and wisdom.Tags: biscuit recipes, biscuit wars, biscuits, Edward Espe Brown, whole-wheat biscuits
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Silence Dogood here. Hey, there’s never a dull moment here in our part of scenic PA! Our local paper, the Allentown Morning Call, sent us a “This Just In” e-mail describing an “incident’” in nearby Bethlehem, PA , in which two residents got into a fight over a plate of biscuits.
Now, as Southerners, our friend Ben and I can understand this. A plate of homemade hot-from-the-oven biscuits is worth fighting for. We had to read the details.
We’d envisioned from the headline a scene in a local diner, with outraged customers hurling hot biscuits at one another: “Hey! Those are my biscuits!” “No! I ordered that!” The concept of startled customers dodging (or possibly catching and eating) flying bisuits cheered us up no end.
Unfortunately, the reality was a bit more prosaic: a family feud. Apparently a 26-year-old woman had made herself a pan of biscuits, then made the mistake of setting them on the counter to cool off a bit as she took herself elsewhere. When she returned, she discovered her boyfriend’s 52-year-old mother tucking into her biscuits, and an all-out catfight ensued, including scratching and biting. The police were called in, and both women were charged with harassment. Where is Dr. Phil when you really need him?!
Mercifully, the article featured a photo of the biscuits rather than the woman who was preparing to eat an entire pan of biscuits all by herself. I suspect the Pillsbury Doughboy has nothing on her.
I will, however, admit that biscuit-lovers with more modest appetites have a real problem: Biscuits really are only good hot from the oven. So what do you do if you’re craving a biscuit and there are, say, only two of you? Even OFB can’t manage to down more than three biscuits at a sitting, and one is plenty for me. Our black German shepherd, Shiloh, would be happy to get her own biscuit, and the chickens would certainly scarf up any leftovers, but my preferred solution is to share the biscuits with our neighbors while they’re still nice and hot. (Well, okay. Maybe one for Shiloh.)
I have another biscuit-related problem, too: White flour and butter don’t exactly add up to healthy eating, however delicious the end product may be. I’ll happily indulge in a breakfast of a hot biscuit, grits, and a fried egg on the road, and relish every self-indulgent bite. But if I’m making my own biscuits, I want something less decadent: no empty calories. But, of course, I still want it to taste good.
Thank goodness, Edward Espe Brown, author of The Tassajara Bread Book, solved my dilemma. He came up with a simple recipe for whole-wheat biscuits that actually taste like biscuits. I’ve been making them since college, and no one’s ever turned them down. (More to the point, those wholesome biscuits balance out the grits and fried eggs that go with them, right? Uh, right?! Especially if you’re adding fruit in the form of marmalade or apple butter on your biscuits. That surely must count as at least one fruit serving.) Anyway, here’s the recipe, should you wish to make your own:
Flakey Biscuits
1 cup unbleached white flour
1 cup whole wheat flour
1/2 cup butter
3 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 eggs
1/2 cup milk
Cut butter into flour, baking powder, and salt with a pastry cutter or two knives. Make a well in the center and add eggs and milk. Beat eggs and milk with a fork until smoothish. Then continue stirring with the fork, gradually incorporating the flour mixture, until moistened. Knead dough just enough to bring it together. Roll dough out on floured board 1/2″ thick. Fold in thirds. Repeat rolling and folding. (The rolling and folding makes a flakier biscuit.) Roll out to 1/2″ thick and cut into rounds with a biscuit cutter or glass. Place on an ungreased cookie sheet. Bake at 450-500 degrees F. for about 8-10 minutes.
Naturally, I think you should serve these yummy biscuits piping hot and slathered with butter, then topped with fruit butter, jam, jelly, or marmalade. (Try pumpkin butter for a late-fall treat.) I enjoy them with cheese and sliced apples, too. But however you eat them, the recipe makes 12 to 16 biscuits, so there’s no need to fight over them!
‘Til next time,
Silence
National Chicken Month. September 1, 2010
Posted by ourfriendben in chickens, Uncategorized, wit and wisdom.Tags: chicken trivia, chickens, National Chicken Month
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Chicken lovers, rejoice: it’s September, and September is National Chicken Month. Our friend Ben knows of no better time to have a few chickens in your own backyard, especially in light of the most recent salmonella scare. But I’ve already raved on about that in an earlier post, “Eggs: Grow your own” (which see). So today let’s delve into the wild and wonderful world of chickens and chicken-keeping with the Top Ten Things You Should Know about Chickens. Ready? Let’s go!
Top Ten Things You Should Know about Chickens
1. Which came first, the chicken or the egg? The egg, obviously. It contained the slight genetic alteration that made the pre-chicken a chicken. Don’t let anybody try to pull this one on you again.
2. Why did the chicken cross the road? It didn’t. Chickens are smart that way. They’ll stay in their yard or pile up in the ditch that borders it, but they won’t step into the road. That’s why you never encounter a flattened chicken, even on a country road, even if they’re wandering freely in the yards beside the road.
3. Do you need a rooster to get eggs? No. You need a rooster if you want those eggs to hatch into chicks, but not if you just want eggs to eat.
4. How many eggs does a chicken lay? That depends on the breed, how long the individual chicken lives, and whether they’re tricked into laying year-round by artificial lighting and heat or allowed to take the winters off as they would in nature. Chickens don’t start laying until they’re five or six months old, then they lay very dependably every year from about April through October, when they shut down for the cold, dark months. But once they reach the ripe old age of six, they’ll start producing fewer eggs each year. Since chickens can live to be 12 years old, that could add up to a lot of eggs! But the average estimate for a good laying breed is 800 eggs over a five-year lifespan.
5. Where did chickens come from, anyway? This question appeared to have been resolved by none other than Charles Darwin, who maintained that domestic chickens were descended from the red jungle fowl of India. But a 2008 research project at Uppsala University proved that Darwin was only half-right. Turns out, our modern-day chicken descended from a cross between the red and the grey jungle fowl, a hybrid the researchers believe was deliberately made by the first chicken-keepers.
6. Who’s the chicken king? Our friend Ben votes for Colonel Harland Sanders, founder of Kentucky Fried Chicken (KFC). But a close second is Truett Cathy, founder of Chick-fil-A. Much as we love the Colonel, those “Eat Mor Chikin” cows are really something else.
7. Why is a wine named after a chicken? Rex Goliath wines are named after HRM (His Royal Majesty) Rex Goliath, a 47-pound rooster who toured with a Texas circus around 1900. Rex was billed as “The World’s Largest Rooster” and was a very popular attraction. In 2002, vintner Marty Spate named his winery after the famous fowl, explaining that “our wines are a tribute to Rex’s larger than life personality, with big, fruit-forward flavors.” The label on each bottle reproduces the circus poster immortalizing Rex, with the humorous addition of “free range,” a hot button for organic chicken fanciers.
8. Can a chicken really live with its head cut off? Unfortunately, the answer is yes. Why some moron would cut off a chicken’s (or, more typically, rooster’s) head, then decide to keep it alive through extensive effort when it didn’t die, is beyond us, but our friend Ben did turn up a subtle hint: $$$. Take the case of Mike the Headless Chicken, who lived for a year and a half back in the 1940s after his owner had cut off his head, being sustained on a mixture of milk and water administered with an eyedropper. His owner toured him around the country, displaying him with a pickled rooster head. This, however, was not Mike’s original head, which, as one website explained, had been eaten by a cat. Mike raked in $4,500 a month on tour (at 25 cents per view), probably more than a typical farmer of the time could make in a year.
9. Why did cowardly behavior come to be called “chicken”? Our friend Ben failed to find the reason for this. Roosters are so notoriously brave, and so fearless in defending their flocks, that cockfighting became a popular sport from the very beginning of chicken breeding; there are archaeological records of cockfighting in the Indus Valley as early as 2000 B.C., and unfortunately, the unscrupulous around the world still indulge in this brutal sport to this day. That’s why Chanticler (also Chanticleer), the rooster, became a national emblem of France, symbolizing fearlessness, not cowardice. We’ve never had roosters here at Hawk’s Haven, but have never detected the least sign of cowardice or craven behavior in any of our hens, and have read more than one account of a hen surviving a hawk attack through sheer fearlessness. If you have insights to offer on how this scurrilous connection came to be made, please share them with us.
10. Why did Chicken Little run around shouting “The sky is falling?” Our friend Ben didn’t have a clue, but discovered that it was because an apple fell on Chicken Little’s head. I guess this shows the difference between Chicken Little and Sir Isaac Newton, who after enduring the same experience went on to propose the theory of gravity. No wonder Chicken Little never received a knighthood.
And the bonus:
11. Do buffaloes have wings? Our friend Ben has failed to notice any winged buffaloes in either field or photograph. But chickens have wings, and chicken wings were sort of a waste product in the chicken industry: nobody wanted to eat them. At least, not until a brilliant entrepreneur in Buffalo, New York decided to smear them with hot sauce and call them “Buffalo Wings.” Now hot wings have taken the country by storm and command a premium price; you’ll pay a lot more for your wings than you would for a chicken breast or drumsticks, previously considered the prize meat on the bird.



