This article by MICHAEL TORTORELLO appeared in The New York Times. Here are some excerpts. You can find the full article through the link below.
HEATHCLIFF HUXTABLE, the prominent Brooklyn Heights gynecologist, knew just where to find a dasheen bush for his anniversary gumbo. He called a Caribbean chef, a “Mr. Atkins,” he said, from a “clean but shabby restaurant” known as the Callaloo Pot.
Most northern gardeners would recognize dasheen (Colocasia esculenta) only as a tame houseplant in a windowsill. Here, it goes by the name elephant ears. Yet the corms, or bulbous tubers, of the dasheen plant are the “coco” of Jamaican cuisine, and the young leaves are a popular boiled green. Twenty years ago, Dr. Huxtable — yes, we’re talking about the fictional character on “The Cosby Show” — liked his dasheen bush in an okra soup called callaloo.
Today, the place to unearth dasheen, and dozens of other Caribbean mainstays, is East New York and the neighborhood’s 60 community gardens. There are likely some 16,000 residents of West Indian heritage, said researchers at the Center for the Study of Brooklyn, looking at recent census data. And among this population are some of the most devoted and prolific gardeners in the City of New York.
Their bounty often lands at the Saturday farmers’ market in front of the United Community Centers and its adjacent youth farm, part of East New York Farms, on Schenck Avenue. The vendors’ tables dead end at New Lots Avenue, and a graveyard of Revolutionary War veterans and former slaves.
For the people who live here now, this farm and market is a place to pick up staples for the dinner pot or the apothecary. For visitors, it’s a botanical expedition you can make on the No. 3 train.
This is not your “conventional Greenmarket,” said Eric-Michael Rodriguez, 31, a lifelong community gardener in East New York and a horticulturist and seed collector at the nearby Weeksville Heritage Center. “The diversity of plants you see there is like no other market I’ve seen in the Northeast United States.”
It’s a clearinghouse for Caribbean plants: greens like callaloo and Malabar spinach; peppers like the hot Scotch bonnet and the sweet aji dulce; beans like the yardlong, the lablab and the red round; and cucurbits like the sour gherkin and the bizarre bitter melon.
“It’s funny,” Mr. Rodriguez said. “Someone not too long ago asked what it was like to grow up in a so-called urban desert. I didn’t know how to answer that question. In my backyard, we had a nectarine tree and blueberry bushes. We grew beans and leafy green vegetables. We grew a lot of stuff.”
Mr. Rodriguez suspects that the availability of green space attracted many Puerto Ricans, like his parents, and other West Indians, too. “You would just walk down the street and see everything that people were growing. People would bring seeds back, or physically bring plants back, or have them shipped from relatives in the Caribbean.”
Immigration, of course, demands adjustment. One ingenious neighbor figured out how to grow a banana tree in her front yard. “In the fall, she would get a chicken wire fence and shove it full with leaves from the park,” Mr. Rodriguez said. “It basically became a compost pile.”
In the spring, she would have a “slimy mess” that she would cut to the ground. But the plant that sprang back would form clusters of bananas.
“That adaptation that people do, they do because they’re so attached,” Mr. Rodriguez said — that is, to the plants and to the gardens they have left behind.
A CENTURY ago, the yardlong bean went by the botanical name Vigna sinensis, the bean from China. Yet this stretch-model string bean is really a spectacular variety of African cowpea, Vigna unguiculata. The plant’s subspecies, sesquipedalis, means “foot and a half” in Latin. Hyperbole aside, this is the actual length of the bean.
In Guyana, the yardlong is plain-old bora, said Carol Wharton, a 58-year-old police dispatcher who cultivates the vine in the Nehemiah 10 community garden, a few blocks north of the United Community Centers farmers’ market.
The tendrils she was winding onto a trellis have their roots in a recent trip home. “I must have brought back, like, three beans,” she said on a recent evening. Each superlong shell contains perhaps a dozen peas.
How the yardlong got to Guyana and the Caribbean is another question. The answer would seem to lie in an earlier human migration: the forced passage of 12 million souls in the trans-Atlantic slave trade.
The journey from the ports of West Africa could take as little as a month or so, said Judith Carney, author of “In the Shadow of Slavery: Africa’s Botanical Legacy in the New World,” and professor of geography and environmental studies at the University of California, Los Angeles. But “if you got caught in weather doldrums, you could be parked out there for months.”
Along with enslaved labor, then, the ship ledgers contained hints of another cargo: a few hundred pounds of food, more or less, to keep each captive alive.
“Our image of Africa is of a continent that can’t feed itself,” Dr. Carney said. In fact, over the course of 400 years, the farms of the Senegambia region needed to produce a massive surplus of food to provision the slave trade. The seed stock for New World food gardens, Dr. Carney believes, likely came from the leftover provisions and the dried medicinal plant stocks of the Atlantic passage.
“There’s no Johnny Appleseed who tells his story” of distributing African seeds in the Americas, Dr. Carney said. Yet it would seem that many of the popular Caribbean plants in East New York — yardlong beans, lablab (or bonavist beans), okra, vegetable amaranths (or callaloo) and sorrel (Hibiscus sabdariffa) — started their migration in Africa.
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IT has become passé in recent decades to talk about the United States as a melting pot. Except that in the case of the West Indian gardens of East New York, there often is an actual pot — a callaloo pot, as Dr. Huxtable might say. And it really does bubble with the botanical diversity of the Americas.
The Nehemiah 10 garden, for example, originally comprised 10 women from 10 countries, all residents of the surrounding town houses.
That number has increased, though. And on a recent Thursday evening, Teresa Girard-Isaac, 51, and a few friends attempted to tick off the heritages of the site’s two-dozen growers.
“We have Guyanese, Grenadians, Trinidadians,” she started. “Mrs. Hassan” — the founder of the garden, some 20 years ago — “is from Cairo.” The list went on: Panama, Puerto Rico, St. Vincent, Belize and an African contingent from Ghana and Nigeria.
Ms. Girard-Isaac hails from Castries, the capital port of St. Lucia. As she “tidied up” the artificial turf in her tiny backyard, she reminisced about the expansive gardens of her youth. “I’ll be honest with you,” she said. “When I got here, that’s when I really missed it. On the island, you see all these things. It’s beautiful, but you don’t fuss over it.”
A prime example, she said, was the Malabar spinach (Basella alba) climbing the fence between her backyard and the community garden beyond it. “In St. Lucia, that’s all over the place,” she said. The plant could pass for an ornamental, with its pinkish blossoms and dark fruit. Especially handsome was the red-stemmed Malabar spinach, Rubra, which was growing in several raised beds at Nehemiah 10.
Ms. Girard-Isaac plucked a bunch of purplish berries and tossed them into one of the raised beds. “That will be growing tomorrow,” she said.
The difference between a weed, a food crop and an ornamental can seem at once arbitrary and profound, a matter of taste and culture. Take the curious example of callaloo, a type of edible amaranth that flourishes in virtually every plot in East New York.
The most common preparation is to boil it into a gumbo called callaloo. In fact, it is the soup (calalú, in New World Spanish) that gave its name to the green that goes into it. It can be any green at all. The fascinating ethnography “Jamaican Food,” by B. W. Higman, suggests that “callaloo has become both the generic green leafy vegetable of Jamaica and a particular plant.”
But what specific plant? As far back as 1756, the historian recounts, European botanists struggled to classify callaloo. A definitive identification came in 1971: Amaranthus viridis. And yet this species may have crossed with other wild Jamaican amaranths. Once it’s in the pot, who cares?
A crop of callaloo, from start to harvest, can take just three weeks. Let it go and the plant will seed itself. The challenge may not be how to grow amaranth, but how to stop growing amaranth. The vegetative amaranth called pigweed, Amaranthus palmeri, is a tenacious superweed that has developed a resistance to the herbicide Roundup.
Alternately, you could call callaloo a superfood. The plant is vitamin- and protein-packed and edible, when young, from roots to shoots. The flowers form a grain.
In the case of amaranth, the gardeners at Nehemiah 10 have helped to introduce an edible green to New York. Yet what they’ve really brought is a botanical culture: a new way to see a plant that was already here.
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Seeding the Gardens
ANA ROSADO will gladly share her recipe for sofrito, the base that’s a signature of Puerto Rican cuisine. Ms. Rosado, a retired court clerk, grows most of the ingredients in a tiny hoop-house that her son threw together in her Brooklyn backyard. She starts with aji dulce peppers, she said, and broadleaf thyme and culantro — —
Did she mean “cilantro?”
“Culantro,” she repeated, pointing at a low-growing, parrot-green herb with feather-shaped leaves. Definitely not cilantro.
And the herb she called broadleaf thyme, with its serrated leaves, looked nothing like thyme. “This grows wild in Puerto Rico,” Ms. Rosado said. “It tastes kind of like oregano.”
Indeed, the United States Department of Agriculture taxonomy site lists a dozen conflicting and confusing names. It’s Cuban oregano. Or Mexican mint. Or Indian borage. In Swedish, it’s kryddkarlbergare.
The botanical name, Plectranthus amboinicus, probably won’t do you much good where Ms. Rosado likes to buy her broadleaf thyme: the East New York farmers’ market, on Schenck Avenue, between New Lots and Livonia (open Saturdays from 9 a.m. until 3 p.m., through November; information: eastnewyorkfarms.org). This is the place to find a bounty of callaloo, yardlong beans and aji dulce and Scotch bonnet peppers.
Yet what is “poi” to one Caribbean seller will be “Malabar spinach” to another, said the horticulturist Eric-Michael Rodriguez. “In some ways, the plants are identified by function instead of scientific specificity,” he said.
With the help of almost $200,000 from the U.S.D.A., Mr. Rodriguez and the Weeksville Heritage Center in Brooklyn have started a seed library and breeding program for African-American and Caribbean heirloom seeds. These days, his log runs 135 items long.
Though “a lot of it is not necessarily processed,” Mr. Rodriguez said, these seeds are meant to be shared with city gardeners. He spends weekdays at Weeksville. Weekend afternoons find Mr. Rodriguez at the Highland Park Children’s Garden, on Jamaica Avenue, between Warwick and Ashford.
In lieu of a $2.25 subway fare, Mr. Rodriguez recommends Baker Creek Heirloom Seeds, (417) 924-8917 or rareseeds.com, for its well-sourced stock of edible amaranth, aji dulce peppers, Malabar spinach and culantro (Eryngium foetidum).
Alternately, Jose Puras imports most of his seeds from growers in Puerto Rico. The rest come from his backyard in Palm Bay, Fla., Mr. Puras wrote by e-mail. He currently offers more than a dozen hard-to-find herbs, peppers, melons and greens for $4 or $5 a packet, a price that includes shipping and handling.
Mr. Puras’s cheerful Web store (caribbeanseeds.com) includes customer photos, recipes for sofrito and germination tips, partly based on the waning moon, or menguante. The dirt up north may be different, but the moon is the same.
For the original report go to http://www.nytimes.com/2012/10/18/garden/east-new-yorks-flourishing-west-indian-gardens.html?pagewanted=all&_r=0