A furtle of my kitchen pantry this morning as I looked for the salt tumbled onto the counter chile guajillo, asafoetida, urfa biber, sumac, and all the spices from the Moluccas that the European maritime powers once vied to control. I was quite pleased with myself at finding the staples of various cuisines in my cupboard, as they suggest gustatory promiscuity at our table, but had this picture from yesterday in my camera of the Oregon grape in our backyard, a plant that I know has been a staple of the diet of Coast Salish peoples but that I have never eaten, despite having spent my childhood in the forests of western Washington. I can make tabbouleh from ingredients on hand, yet am entirely untutored on the matter of the food growing outside the window.
The plant is not a grape at all but a bush in the barberry family that has edible berries resembling grapes. Its range is from British Columbia to Arizona and the Pacific Coast to Nebraska, but its use as an ornamental plant in gardens means it has been introduced well beyond its native territory: it is listed as an invasive species in the southeastern United States.¹ Indigenous people combined the astringent berries with salal as ingredients for making pemmican. They used the bark and root to make yellow dye for baskets and other goods. Its parts were used to make concoctions, decoctions, and infusions to treat a wide variety of human ailments, from infections to sores. Meriwether Lewis described the plant in his journal on February 12, 1806, and collected a sample, which today is in the archives of the Academy of Natural Sciences of Drexel University, Philadelphia.² In 1899, the Oregon grape was chosen as the state flower of Oregon.³
My failure ever to have eaten the berry of the Oregon grape is chiefly due to my not wanting to die because I misidentify the plant and instead sate myself on, say, pokeweed. This is the same aversion that keeps me from foraging for mushrooms. As Euripides portrays Orestes saying, I think that
Fortune watcheth o’er our lives, surer than we. But well said: he who strives will find his gods strive for him equally.
⁴ I prefer to find my food in places where I am reasonably certain it has been given at least a cursory examination by people who know whether the label on the package is accurate, and Oregon grape is not in the produce section at the neighborhood store. I expect the Penates to safeguard my household goods, but prefer a more rigorous means of
ensuring my own welfare than dependence upon tutelary deities.
All of this makes me interested in procuring a supply of the berries for use as an ingredient in something. The internet says preserves and jellies are a common application for them. I may need to sign up for a plant identification course or find an adventurous greengrocer and invite some folks over for dinner.