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The Green Jewel of the Spice Trade

For centuries, the world has sought remedies to soothe life’s little discomforts, often turning to the Earth itself for solutions. Across continents and cultures, one particular spice found its place in the kitchens and apothecaries of ancient civilizations. A whisper of this ingredient’s magic could be found in the tales of traders who carried it from one bustling market to another, exchanging more than goods—they exchanged hope.

It began as a secret, growing wild in the humid rainforests of a distant land. Those who lived nearby believed in its remarkable properties: a balm for uneasy stomachs, a tonic for clear breaths, and even a cure for venomous bites. The truth about its worth, however, couldn’t be contained for long. Like a fine thread in a tapestry, this spice wove its way into the daily lives of those who discovered it, adding flavor to their meals and clarity to their minds.

The spice’s fame spread, carried by determined traders who ventured through jungles and over oceans. Arab merchants, keen-eyed and quick-witted, brought it into global commerce, ensuring its presence in the most elegant kitchens and revered medicine chests. By the time Portuguese explorers landed on its shores, its trade routes had already been established, leading back to the verdant hills of southern India, where it thrived in its natural, untamed glory.

In time, it became an empire within an empire. Kerala dominated its trade, its harvests meticulously overseen by rulers who recognized its value. Yet, as history often unfolds, colonial hands sought to control it, transplanting its cultivation to other lands. By the 20th century, a new contender emerged, far from its native soil. In the mountains of Guatemala, farmers began planting it as a secondary crop alongside coffee. Before long, it dethroned coffee as the most valuable agricultural export in the region.

Today, this remarkable spice is known not only for its culinary prowess but also for its ability to calm indigestion, promote clear breathing, and even brighten one’s mental clarity. A single drop of its oil can transform a dish, while its aroma fills rooms with a sense of warmth and comfort. Its versatility in food, medicine, and trade is a testament to its enduring legacy. And now you know the rest of the story—about the little green pod that started it all: Cardamom.

Vanilla’s Fragrant Song

In jungles verdant, a vine does entwine,
Vanilla planifolia, a beauty so fine.
An orchid by nature, with blossoms so rare,
Fragrance intoxicating, a sweetness to share. 

Hand-pollination’s touch, a delicate art,
Only by Melipona bees, can it play its part.
Fragile white blooms, fleeting their display,
Transforming to pods, where secrets they lay.

 Sun-kissed and cured, a rich, dark embrace,
Vanillin whispers, a flavor to chase.
Baked goods and desserts, it elevates the scene,
A touch of sweet magic, a culinary queen.

 Beyond the kitchen, a history untold,
Aztecs used its essence, a story of old.
Chocolate’s best friend, a marriage divine,
A symphony of flavors, forever entwined. 

Yet threatened by others, a future unclear,
Synthetic substitutes, a taste and a fear.
But true vanilla’s essence, no copy can claim,
A labor of love, whispered by its name. 

So cherish its sweetness, this orchid so grand,
A reminder of nature, held close in your hand.
A taste of the tropics, a history long,
Vanilla’s allure, in its fragrant song.

Bergamot and the Rest of the Story

And now, dear readers, let me unveil a tale that will whisk you away to lands both near and far. When folks hear the word bergamot, their minds often wander to the citrus trees basking in the Italian sun. But hold on to your hats, because there’s more to this story than meets the eye!

You see, there exist not one, but two varieties of bergamot. One, the citrus tree known scientifically as Citrus bergamia, stands proud, with its winter blooms and lemon-colored fruits, resembling pears in shape. Some whisper that it’s a lemon-lime concoction, while others argue it’s a blend of lemon and grapefruit. And would you believe it? These fruits don’t just hang around for show—they add flavor to our foods and drinks, like the beloved Earl Grey tea, and even find their way into the bottles of our favorite perfumes.

But wait, there’s a twist in this tale! Across the Atlantic, in the heart of North America, another bergamot reigns supreme. Known as Monarda fistulosa or Monarda didyma, this wildflower belongs to the mint family. Picture it in your mind—pink and lavender blooms, beckoning bees and hummingbirds with their charm.

Now, here’s where it gets interesting. Though they share a name, these two bergamots dance to different tunes, boasting unique chemical compositions. The citrus bergamot flaunts neoeriocitrin and ponceritin, while its herbaceous counterpart boasts p-cymene and thymol.

Let’s journey back in time, shall we? The citrus bergamot, they say, traces its roots to Southeast Asia, embarking on a grand adventure along the Silk Road to Persia and beyond, enchanting lands from Greece to Italy. And here’s a nugget for you—when Europeans set foot in South America, they carried these bergamot trees along for the ride.

But where did the name “bergamot” come from, you ask? Well, dear readers, the stories weave like a fine tapestry. Some say it’s tied to Bergamo, Italy, renowned for its bergamot orchards. Others whisper of “bey armut,” Turkish for the prince’s pear. And let’s not forget our herbaceous friend, named in honor of the Spanish physician and botanist, Nicolas Monardes.

But hold your breath, because here’s the crescendo! In today’s world, bergamot shines brightest as the star ingredient in Earl Grey tea, enchanting taste buds since the late 18th century. But did you know, its journey began far before, in ancient China, gracing teas for eons?

And there’s more! While we often brew bergamot for tea, some folks in Turkey and Greece sprinkle it into their dishes, creating delicacies like Turkish marmalade. And let’s not overlook its medicinal prowess, easing ailments from digestive woes to fevers in traditional Chinese and Ayurvedic medicine.

But wait, there’s a final flourish! Bergamot, with its tantalizing scent, has long been the jewel in perfumes and beauty products, adorning elites from ancient China to Persia. It’s a scent fit for royalty, a treasure coveted by the elite.

So there you have it, dear readers—the tale of bergamot, a fragrant symphony echoing through the ages, leaving behind a legacy as rich as its scent. When you hear the word bergamot you will know the rest of the story.

A Taste of the Sun

From sun-drenched Mediterranean shores,
Thyme, a tiny shrub, forever endures.
Thymus vulgaris, its botanical name,
Aromatic leaves, whispering of its fame.

 Grey-green and slender, its branches do sprawl,
Part of the mint family, standing proud and tall.
Essential oils, a treasure they hold,
Thymol and carvacrol, stories yet untold. 

Culinary hero, a chef’s delight,
Adding peppery warmth, both day and night.
Soups and stews, it finds its place,
With meats and vegetables, a flavor embrace. 

Beyond the kitchen, a history grand,
Egyptians in embalming, used its helping hand.
Greeks in their temples, its fragrance did rise,
Antiseptic whispers, beneath clear blue skies.

 Modern research, with cautious acclaim,
Antibacterial whispers, a message to claim.
Boosting the immune system, a potential friend,
Nature’s tiny wonder, that knows no end. 

So next time you see it, this herb so adored,
Remember its journey, from garden to board.
A taste of the sunshine, a history deep,
Thyme’s tiny leaves, a treasure to keep.

How to Use Essential Oils: Star Anise

The star anise tree is a type of tree that stays green all year round and is originally from southeastern Asia. Normally, these trees are not very tall, only about 14 to 20 feet, but sometimes they can grow even taller. People have been using this tree for more than 3000 years as both a spice and a medicine, especially in traditional Chinese medicine.

Special Talents

SPECIAL TALENTS
    As I reflect on some of my special talents, I remember having an unusual memory for birthdays. I remembered the birthdays of all the kids my age and know all my siblings birthdays for as long as I can remember, probably age nine or ten at least. I was always envious of the older kids in my grade in school. Most of the kids had already had their birthdays before mine in May.
    Ever since I was four or five I could whistle in various ways, my favorite way is whistling through my teeth. I can also whistle blowing air into my thumbs; also blowing air through my lips. I have many fond memories whistling any song I heard.
    I grew up in a singing family, I love to sing and feel very blessed to to be able to sing everywhere I go. I have been asked to sing in large groups, singing in a few quartets and have sung in several school choirs. Singing solos in church and for funerals is a great honor for me. Singing Christmas songs is a favorite memory.
    When my older sisters were 13 and 14 they were given a unicycle for Christmas. I enjoyed their gift more then they did. After I wore their unicycle out I was in High School I decided to buy my own to ride. I got pretty good I was going off jumps; going backwards; and down 4-5 stairs at a time. One year I got juggling balls to do with my unicycle. I was okay at juggling but never great.
    Finally I would say I am a pretty good cook and love making breakfast or any kind of pie for others to enjoy. I think Cassie and myself make a really great team in the kitchen. My favorite time to cook is when someone says “there is nothing to eat” or “ there are no ingredients to make anything for dinner” I can make dinner impossible, possible.