Let’s start with a story from Jon Muth’s book“Zen Shorts:”
Two
traveling monks reached a town where there was a young woman waiting to
step out of her sedan chair. The rains had made deep puddles and she
couldn’t step across without spoiling her silken robes. She stood there,
looking very cross and impatient. She was scolding her attendants. They
had nowhere to place the packages they held for her, so they couldn’t
help her across the puddle.
The
younger monk noticed the woman, said nothing, and walked by. The older
monk quickly picked her up and put her on his back, transported her
across the water, and put her down on the other side. She didn’t thank
the older monk; she just shoved him out of the way and departed.
As
they continued on their way, the young monk was brooding and
preoccupied. After several hours, unable to hold his silence, he spoke
out. “That woman back there was very selfish and rude, but you picked
her up on your back and carried her! Then, she didn’t even thank you!”
“I set the woman down hours ago,” the older monk replied. “Why are you still carrying her?”
There
is an actual cost to holding onto things we should let go of. It can
come in the form of anger, frustration, resentment or something even
worse. The question is, can you really afford to keep paying the bill?
The
faster we learn to drop our emotional dead weight, the more room we
create for something better. I’m talking about everything from stewing
about the guy who cut you off in traffic this morning to still refusing
to forgive an old friend for an event 20 years ago.
We
have only so much bandwidth. We have only so much time. We only have so
much energy. Do we really want to invest any of our precious resources –
financial or otherwise – into something that will return nothing but
misery?
My question for you is, “What’s one thing you can set down this week?”
Go
ahead and pick something. A fight with your spouse, something a
politician said, your team losing the big game. Pick it, drop it and
then pause. For just a moment, simply pause and savor what it feels like
to no longer carry that burden and pay that price.
Then,
I want you to invest that extra into something more productive. If it’s
extra time, go for a walk. If it’s extra peace, take five deep breaths.
If it’s extra money because you decided to just pay the stupid traffic
ticket instead of letting it sit on your desk accruing late fees, then
take that extra money and invest it in something that makes you happy.
Play
with your kids. Take a nap. Just do something that makes you feel the
opposite of how you felt before you let go. I can guarantee you, this is
one investment you’ll never regret.
Papa and I have had a busy and fun week! My friend, Joy, visited from Sarasota from Tuesday afternoon to Saturday morning. We enjoyed Mexican food with mariachis entertaining us, hikes, most meals on the patio of the ranch with spectacular scenery every day, and tapas at Casa Vicente with flamenco dancing on Friday night. So much fun!
Rudy helped us in the yard on Saturday and in the evening, we hosted a party for those from Tucson that went to Sabrina's quinceanera in Doctor Mora, Mexico. I put together a slide show from the quinceanera weekend, so we had entertainment before eating dinner on the patio. Dinner was a potluck of chicken enchiladas, layered Mexican dip, flautas, fruit, and tres leche cake. Yum and loved every minute!
My friend, Joy, arrived on Tuesday afternoon for a short visit. We had dinner at Guadalajara in Tucson on Tuesday evening. We drove to the ranch on Wednesday morning, where we've hiked, talked, and spent hours working on a puzzle. Its been a good visit!
Tucson is one of America’s best kept secrets.
But we fear “not for long” with an article like this. The Times is spot
on. Its one of the most exotic cities in the country, a combination of
urban and wilderness that few can match and just gets in your
bloodstream. The smell, the air, the sun, the monsoons, the mountains,
the flatness, the cactus, its endless. Tucson.
Tucson Becomes an Unlikely Food Star
TUCSON
— There are food deserts, those urban neighborhoods where finding
healthful food is nearly impossible, and then there is Tucson.
When
the rain comes down hard on a hot summer afternoon here, locals start
acting like Cindy Lou Who on Christmas morning. They turn their faces to
the sky and celebrate with prickly pear margaritas. When you get only
12 inches of rain a year, every drop matters.
Coaxing
a vibrant food culture from this land of heat and cactus an hour’s
drive north of the Mexican border seems an exhausting and impossible
quest. But it’s never a good idea to underestimate a desert rat. Tucson,
it turns out, is a muscular food town.
Eight months ago it became the only place in the United States designated a City of Gastronomy by the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization, known by its acronym, UNESCO.
A half-dozen years ago, the international agency began including food as a part of cultural heritage worth protecting, recognizing the
importance of things like Armenian lavash, the Mediterranean diet and
the gastronomic meals of the French.
In 2004 the group began a Creative Cities Network
to link places where folk art, literature, music and other creative
pursuits are being put to use to guide sustainable urban development. In
the gastronomy category, Tucson joined 17 other cities, among them
Parma, Italy; Bergen, Norway; and Ensenada, Mexico. “They
want towns where the designation will make a difference,” said Jonathan
Mabry, Tucson’s officer for historic preservation and an author of the
application.
To
an outsider, Tucson’s star turn may be a bit of a head scratcher.
Certainly, the city has plenty of reliably delicious tamales, brilliant
renditions of huevos rancheros and devoted eaters who will spend the day
debating the best place to get a good raspado.
There’s even an outpost of Pizzeria Bianco, Chris Bianco’s Phoenix restaurant, which serves what several critics have called the best pizza in the United States. Still, Tucson has never been high on any list of great food cities. Even Santa Fe, its Southwestern-food sister, gets more love.
But as people here will tell you, being a great food city is not always about the restaurants.
“Tucson has really figured out the connection game,” said Megan Kimble, the editor of the Tucson magazine Edible Baja Arizona and the author of the 2015 book “Unprocessed: My City-Dwelling Year of Reclaiming Real Food.” She
pointed to strong advertiser and reader support for the magazine as
just one example of the love people have for local food in this city of
about 500,000. The magazine consistently has more advertising pages than
any of the other 90 published under the Edible Communities umbrella in
the United States and Canada, said Nancy Brannigan Painter, the
executive director of Edible Communities.
The
Unesco designation has been a rallying point for a city that has to
balance an annual influx of snowbirds and University of Arizona students
with a substantial Native American community, recent immigrants and
deep pockets of poverty. “It gives us a reason to have deeper discussions about food and what it means to everyone who lives here,” Ms. Kimble said.
Of the many facets of Tucson food culture included in its 16-page application, one has risen above the rest: the claim that the city has the longest history of agricultural cultivation in North America.
Dr.
Mabry was part of a team hired by the city that made the discovery in
2000. He was working as an archaeologist, digging not far from downtown
Tucson, when they discovered layer after layer of irrigation trenches,
then found some charred corn. They sent it to be carbon dated. It was
proof, he said, that modern-day Tucson had been built on top of a
4,000-year-old farming village. The
fact is now dropped into even the most casual discussions about
Tucson’s culinary assets. “It’s like part of the brand now,” Dr. Mabry
said.
Cooks
here make great use of the food that comes from the desert, finding
ways to incorporate agave, cactus pads, amaranth and the tiny wild
pepper called chiltepin. Mesquite pods are pounded into sweet flour that
is baked into cookies. Descendants
of fruit trees introduced in the 1600s by the Rev. Eusebio Francisco
Kino, an Italian who explored the Southwestern deserts, offer quince,
figs and white pomegranates with soft seeds that taste of apple and
grapefruit. Cholla
buds, the slippery flowers of a cactus that taste vaguely of asparagus,
are chopped into salads and salsas. Members of the Tohono O’odham Nation
sometimes gather them on the San Xavier Indian Reservation near Tucson
and dry them, selling the buds in jars and soup mixes at the San Xavier Co-op Farm.
“They’re
O.K., but it’s not like cholla buds are going to take the country by
storm,” said Janos Wilder, a French-trained chef who opened his first
Tucson restaurant in 1983. “But they’re neat because it’s an absolutely
unique and important story. It takes its place in a larger context.”
A
lot of the food from the Sonoran Desert is like that. “I thought it was
a wasteland when I first came here, but slowly my eyes opened up,” he
said. To celebrate the new designation, Mr. Wilder has spent the better part of the summer at his latest restaurant, Downtown Kitchen and Cocktails,
cooking a different menu based on each of the new cities of gastronomy.
This week, he’s preparing the food from Phuket, Thailand.
Tucson’s
passion for its food culture goes well beyond the kitchen. People
embrace new ventures and cheer creative solutions to help people eat
better. When the lines at theCommunity Food Bank of Southern Arizona nearly doubled during the economic crash in 2008, the people who run it
helped clients build gardens in their backyards and sell extra produce
on consignment at the bank’s farmers’ markets.
Not far from downtown, a nonprofit group is recreating a Spanish colonial walled garden like the ones Father Kino built. The Mission Garden Project
is a history lesson on four acres, tracing agricultural practices that
began on the site with the Hohokam and Tohono O’odham tribes.
The
county’s libraries tuck seed banks into old card catalogs. If you want
to plant tomatoes, or the little brown tepary beans that were long a
staple of the Southwestern Native American diet (and don’t require much
water to grow), simply check them out with a library card. If you save
some seeds from your crop and bring them back, all the better.
The city’s devotion to creating livelihoods from its heritage foods is part of what appealed to UNESCO, said Gary Paul Nabhan, a seed-saving expert who advised the city on its application. Mr. Nabhan, a MacArthur Fellow and director of the Center for Regional Food Studies at the University of Arizona, has written more than 30 books, most of them about the plants and cultures of the Sonoran Desert.
Mr. Nabhan, an ecumenical Franciscan brother who helped start Native Seeds/SEARCH,
a nonprofit organization that saves and distributes Southwestern
heirloom seeds, is a proponent of what he calls desert terroir, and the
ingredients that make up what he calls borderland cuisine. One of them is white Sonora wheat,
one of the oldest varieties grown in North America. Father Kino
introduced it to the Tohono O’odham farmers, who welcomed it as a winter
crop and used it to make the precursor to the thin, stretchy wheat
tortilla that is the foundation of Mexican border cooking.
Don
Guerra, a cult star among the nation’s slow-fermentation bread bakers,
uses it in the loaves he bakes in an Italian deck oven he installed in
his Tucson garage. His community-supported bakery, Barrio Bread, produces 900 loaves a week for people who order it online. “Tucson
has a kind of open-software approach to food,” he said. “People want
others to succeed, especially if you can make food from this region.”
The
UNESCO honor has lifted a town that sometimes doubts its place in the
cultural hierarchy. “It’s like a new point of pride,” he said. “For so
long we’ve been this poor cousin of Phoenix.”
But Tucson will always be Tucson, a place people either love or hate. “There’s
no one who’s ambivalent about it,” said Ms. Kimble, a Los Angeles
transplant. “But once it gets in your soul, it’s in there.”
Papa and I enjoyed the weekend at home. We had afternoon rain, with the sky starting to show some blue just before sunset. The light shining through the clouds created beautiful shadows on the mountains all around.
Papa and I took Claire, Emerson, and Colby to Kartchner Caverns on Sunday morning. It was the first time Emerson and Colby had been in a cave. We enjoyed the tour. Then we were off to Tucson, where Claire and the kids stayed at Westward Look Resort. Papa and I had fun in the pool with them on Sunday and again on Monday morning. Alas, their visit came to an end on Monday, when we drove them to Phoenix to catch their flight back to London. Papa and I left 100+ temp in Phoenix and came to 70's at the ranch. It's nice to be home!
Saturday was Emerson and Colby's last full day on the ranch. They watched Papa change one of Pablo's shoes and then they rode Oscar and Pablo. Colby's ride ended with a fall off Oscar. Not good - he broke a shoulder bone! Still, we've had fun with Emerson and Colby!
We had big clouds over the ranch with rain falling, and perfect timing for us to get wet! Emerson progressed to loping in the arena with Madilyn. Emerson and Colby have roped goats and gone hiking with Madilyn, Colter Lee, and Traven. They've had fun and made wonderful memories.
The past few days have been cloudy with some rain, and quite cool. Emerson and Colby have played with Blanca, Carly and Colter's dog, made tool boxes in Papa's workshop, played with legos, and painted and colored. We've gone for Emerson's horse riding lesson every day at 4:30, where she has progressed to riding on her own inside the arena. Colby has played with Colter Lee and Traven on their horse trailers. We've come home in the rain the past two evenings. All fun!
We arranged for Emerson to take horseback riding lessons from Madilyn while they were visiting the ranch. The lessons began yesterday afternoon. Emerson had a wonderful time and was more comfortable riding by the end of the lesson. As we were leaving the corral, Madilyn's dog followed us, and ran behind the Ranger all the way home. Emerson and Colby were thrilled to play with the dog before and after dinner. Emerson declared, "this is the best day of my life!"
On Saturday, we rode in the ranger as close as we could get to Nuevas Dam. We went on a hike, with Colby and Emerson being great hikers! We had a picnic and looked for a cave, to no avail. After a bit of quiet time, Emerson went with Papa to feed the horses. We saw a giant tarantula on the garage wall. Another good day!
We picked up Claire, Emerson, and Colby at the Tucson airport on Thursday afternoon. They will be staying with us for ten days on the ranch. Yesterday we hiked. They practiced roping, hula hooping, leather working, and lots more. It was a good day!
We came back from our Bahamas trip on French Leave Beach to monsoon season in the desert... sixties temps for a good part of the day, with lots of clouds and spectacular sunsets. Summer monsoons are beautiful and the moisture sustains the desert until the next summer monsoon season.