Showing posts with label flowers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flowers. Show all posts

Sunday, August 23, 2026

Thai Blue Butterfly Peas

This year, I purchased most of my seeds from Baker Creek Heirloom Seeds. I thought it would be fun to try a bunch of new, unusual varieties of vegetables. As I was was adding seeds to my online cart, I came across Thai Blue Butterfly Peas. I had heard about these flowers from which you made tea that would magically turn from deep blue to bright pink. It was a $4 impulse buy that I was happy to make. 

I planted the seeds in my zucchini bed, closest to the garden gate where they would have the fence to climb on if they chose to grew. I can't remember if I actually soaked or scarified the seeds before planting as instructed or if I simply put them into the ground. I don't think I expected to get much from them. I was therefore surprised and delighted when it seemed that every single seed germinated. They were slow growers and I worried that they would be shadowed too much by the spreading zucchini leaves, but that doesn't appear to have been too much of a problem.

Climbing pea vines
The skinny little tendrils of vine wound there way up the fence so slowly and quietly that the first lovely blue flower came as a surprise. Another blossom showed up and then another, until there were nearly a half dozen of them. 

These flowers had already closed when I noticed them.
It was by no means a bumper crop but that didn't matter. I learned that you can pick one flower at a time and set them to dry as soon as they opened up or you could wait until they closed again. So, day by day, I picked a flower or two, placed it on a paper towel on top of the refrigerator and allowed it to air dry. We only had on catastrophe when the ceiling fan in the kitchen was turned on one day and the partially-dry flowers went flying. I was able to collect them all again and the crisis was averted.

Small but powerful dried pea flowers
When I finally had enough flowers, I bought a bottle of gin and got to work. I poured 8 ounces of gin into a mason jar and added eleven dried butterfly pea flowers (green parts removed). I screwed on the lid, swirled it around a bit, then let it sit on the counter overnight. In the morning, I had beautiful blue gin. On top of the lovely color, the flowers add a very subtle floral flavor to the gin (that you probably wouldn't notice unless you were searching for it). 

In you go little pea flowers - 9:05pm
9:47pm
10:53pm
The next morning - 7:36pm

I fished out the flowers with a fork and retired the custom-steeped spirit to the liquor cabinet until it was after 5 o'clock. (I don't have any problem with day-drinking on weekends; I just wanted to wait until the evening for the magic to happen.)

I enjoy gin in all sorts of drinks. For a while gimlets were my personal favorite, though a nice martini has overtaken that spot in recent years. On a hot summer day, I like a tall Tom Collins with lots of ice. For this experiment, I decided to keep it simple by making a color changing gin and tonic. I filled a glass with ice, added 1 1/2 ounces of blue butterfly pea infused gin, then poured on a can of tonic water.  


Like magic, when the tonic hit the gin, it quickly changed from blue to a lovely soft pink color. (Science  explains how lowering the pH changes the color but I will happily ignore that. There is far too little magic in the world.) It was just as delightful to watch as it was to drink.

Blue gin / Pink gin and tonic
The pea vines are still putting on the sporadic blossom and I keep picking them. I will keep adding to the drying plate on the top of the fridge until they are entirely done for the season. I should probably try the tea or lemonade that have made the blue butterfly pea so famous, but I think I will try to save some of the dried blossoms to infuse more gin to enjoy over the long, colorless winter. 


Thursday, June 29, 2023

Sabbath of The Land

The 2022 growing season fell right in the middle of the Shmita, the last year in the seven-year agricultural cycle when the land is allowed a rest from farming. With no big plans for cultivation, we decided to observe the sabbatical year. According to the Jewish Virtual Library, "Jewish law prohibits farming, tilling soil, planting seeds, plowing, harvesting, and pruning during the Shmita year." We are a mixed household, and since I am only Jew-ish (as designated by our rabbi), I chose not to follow the letter of the law. I do feel like I honored the spirit of Shmita, though.

A blank canvas
I had cleared out the garden the previous fall so had a figurative blank slate come spring. Our perennial plants - asparagus, rhubarb, chives, and horseradish - were left to do their thing without any harvesting. For the rest of the garden, I decided to plant flowers. I purchased several packets of "wildflower" seed blends as well as some zinnias, morning glories, and sweet peas.

The zinnias made a good showing.
We got one morning glory and zero sweet peas.
Some of the previous year's vegetables had seeded themselves too. Early on, tomato plants and various squashes appeared. Oddly, most of them disappeared again as the flowers came in. It's like they just gave up and dissolved away as  bright blooms surrounded them.

One small acorn squash that was soon overpowered by flowers.
The tomatoes looked lovely but I let them go.
As seems to be tradition, we had a family of bunnies enjoying the relative peacefulness of the untended garden. I wonder if the mama rabbit is the same every year or if it's one of the babies all grown up who comes back. Or maybe we've seen several generations since the first rabbit snuck into the garden. I'm just glad the sweet little things have found a safe place.

There was also a grand toad who had taken up residence. His movements in the beds left stream-like trails through the plants.

Always good to have a guard toad.

Overall, it was nice to see the garden going back to nature, so to speak. The flowers were lovely and I enjoyed the messy magic of the beds. I was glad to bring them back to orderly vegetables this year, but look forward to doing this again in seven years.

These babies enjoyed the peacefulness of the garden from the outside.