This is a guest post by gourmet cook Heather Molans.
Having heard that mesquite flour is very tasty, I began pricing it. Five dollars would procure only a small baggie full from a local that teaches classes about edible plants in the south west. Thinking that too costly, I decided to make my own mesquite flour!
I eagerly awaited the end-of-summer when the pods are ready to harvest. I decided to pick them green, before the boring insects could drill holes into them. I harvested about 5 pounds from trees on vacant lots in our neighborhood as we walked our dogs one morning. I had picked the bottoms of the trees clean at our final location, and Jimmy offered to pick from the upper branches if I would hold both dogs. I had no sooner taken their leashes when Penny saw a rabbit. Fortunately, although I was pretty skinned up, nothing was broken!
I eagerly awaited the end-of-summer when the pods are ready to harvest. I decided to pick them green, before the boring insects could drill holes into them. I harvested about 5 pounds from trees on vacant lots in our neighborhood as we walked our dogs one morning. I had picked the bottoms of the trees clean at our final location, and Jimmy offered to pick from the upper branches if I would hold both dogs. I had no sooner taken their leashes when Penny saw a rabbit. Fortunately, although I was pretty skinned up, nothing was broken!
I eagerly awaited the end-of-summer when the pods are ready to harvest. I decided to pick them green, before the boring insects could drill holes into them. I harvested about 5 pounds from trees on vacant lots in our neighborhood as we walked our dogs one morning. I had picked the bottoms of the trees clean at our final location, and Jimmy offered to pick from the upper branches if I would hold both dogs. I had no sooner taken their leashes when Penny saw a rabbit. Fortunately, although I was pretty skinned up, nothing was broken!
I eagerly awaited the end-of-summer when the pods are ready to harvest. I decided to pick them green, before the boring insects could drill holes into them. I harvested about 5 pounds from trees on vacant lots in our neighborhood as we walked our dogs one morning. I had picked the bottoms of the trees clean at our final location, and Jimmy offered to pick from the upper branches if I would hold both dogs. I had no sooner taken their leashes when Penny saw a rabbit. Fortunately, although I was pretty skinned up, nothing was broken!
Curious, I pushed just the end of a teaspoon into the less than 1 quart of mesquite flour that I had gleaned from about 5 pounds of pods. My senses were overwhelmed with a sweetness that can’t be described. I hope there are still some pods for the summer harvest – it’s worth everything – except I’ll leave the dogs home next time!!