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The Perfect Load of Grain

Loading a grain truck is dirty business. Thick clouds of dust obscure the air, or it’s so dark on a fall harvest night that you can’t see how full the truck is.”One day we just decided to fix the problem,” says Groton farmer Shawn Gengerke.”We tried cameras and other stuff, and it just didn’t work at all. We tried two or three different technologies and they didn’t work, either. Finally we built a hybrid that could do it all, and now we’re waiting for a global patent. We’re literally the first of our kind with this technology.”

In Gengerke’s Load Judge, six sensors in the trailer transmit information to a smartphone or other mobile device. The driver can then determine when the trailer is adequately loaded.”I’m a fourth generation farmer, and this is just what we do,” says Gengerke, who farms several thousand acres six miles north of Groton on Highway 37.”We’ve got a few retired farmers that help us and they can’t climb these ladders any more. They’re breathing in dirt and dust. Just the health aspect of it is important. You can sit in the cab and know exactly when you have to move the truck.”

Gengerke worked on prototypes for several months before debuting the Load Judge at the Dakotafest farm show in August 2013.”Most everything gets installed with industrial strength double sided tape,” he says.”There’s no oil or screws anywhere. The one hole you drill gets the cable to the power module.”

Editor’s Note: This story is revised from the November/December 2013 issue of South Dakota Magazine. To order a copy or to subscribe, call (800) 456-5117.

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From Farm to Table

This cube steak came from beef raised on the Kontz farm near Colman.

We raise cattle, so beef is always on hand at our house. On our farm we typically take a steer or heifer (boy or girl) in for harvesting whenever our family is low on meat. And since we are splitting one animal between three growing families, it happens pretty often. We used to get pretty much the same cuts of meat, but lately I’ve requested a few more that have quickly become favorites.

Beefeaters love a good steak, and when it comes to steak there are a few things to keep in mind: where the meat comes from on the animal and how it’s cooked. Steaks need to be cooked fast and typically dry, meaning they don’t need any moisture to help them stay tender and juicy. (As long as you don’t cook it like crazy and lose all that tender juiciness. Please, please no steak turned into a glorified hamburger.)

Steaks are cut from some pretty strong muscles of beef, but not quite the strongest. That’s why they don’t need long cooking times to make them tender. When I was teaching, I often used this diagram. It’s perfect for showing you what I need to say.

Sirloin, tenderloin and top sirloin are found near the rump. These are the most tender cuts of meat you can get from a beef. The much-loved filet mignon is cut from the tip of the tenderloin, which is why it’s so tiny. There isn’t a lot there to take. This area is the most tender because it’s away from some of the hardest worked parts of the body, such as the legs, thighs, shoulders, chest and back end.

If you have a freezer full of beef always at your fingertips, the steaks will likely get eaten first. However, we go for the tougher, bigger hunks of meat. Who doesn’t love a good pot roast on Sunday after church? They are my favorite. Roasts need to be cooked slow and moist to achieve a good tenderness, which is why they are perfect for busy families. Throw them in the crock-pot with some other ingredients and supper is ready when you get home from work or school.

Another favorite of ours is brisket. This is a really tough cut of meat, and if not cooked properly it will taste terrible. You can cook it slowly in the crock-pot like a roast, but try breading slices of brisket and then deep-frying them for about 2 minutes. Talk about tasty. Depending on where you live, brisket may be a more common piece of meat, or it might be a special order at your meat counter.

Just remember that no matter what cut of meat you are cooking, it’s important to use a meat thermometer to check for doneness. The day I bought my meat thermometer was the day that I really perfected cooking beef. Sometimes I do get lazy and just go with what I think is right for color and doneness. But those are always the days that the meat either gets overcooked or undercooked and I feel like I ruined a meal.

Do you have a favorite beef cut and the perfect recipe to go with it? Please share! I love new recipes and I love trying out new cuts of beef! Happy cooking!

Morgan Kontz lives on a farm near Colman with her husband, Jason, and two children. She blogs about her experiences as a first generation South Dakota farm wife and writes a monthly agriculture column for the South Dakota Magazine website.

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A Modern-Day Homesteader

The story of how I came to be a farm wife in South Dakota isn’t your typical road to the farm.

I am originally from a small town in Indiana, where I grew up with my mom and sister. After my dad married my stepmom, I became the oldest of six. Speaking of my stepmom … she’s Jeanette Lee, the professional pool player also known as”The Black Widow.” As you might imagine, I grew up having experiences that not everyone can say they’ve had.

Even though I didn’t grow up on a farm, agriculture has always been a part of my life. When I was younger, I was involved in 4-H and FFA, which led me to pursue a degree in agricultural education. I did most of my schooling at Purdue University, but once I met my farmer I finished at South Dakota State University.

My husband and I met on FarmersOnly.com, a website for people who love the rural lifestyle and have a passion for agriculture. We met for the first time face to face on the exit ramp that is now down the road from our home. I lived in South Dakota for a year before I was sure I was ready to do this whole “farm wife” thing. But I love my farmer, and I would do just about anything to be by his side.

We have been married over five years and have one adorable little girl. Life is always changing in our home, and we were so excited to have our son in April through in vitro fertilization, which is another story. The road to start our family has definitely not been easy, but we feel so blessed that God chose us to become parents.

Before kids, my days used to be filled with helping out on the farm as much as possible — watching gates, running for parts, working cattle, raking or moving hay, cooking, driving grain cart or cleaning water fountains. With kids, I still do a lot of those same things. I just carve out a lot more time for them, and I am thankful to have a wonderful mother-in-law right down the street and two great babysitters always on-call.

I have always said one of the best things about my relationship with Jason is our passion for agriculture. It is something we both love and appreciate every day. We are truly living our dream jobs.

On my blog, I talk about life on the farm from the perspective of someone who is living it for the first time. My husband can boast coming from a long line of farmers, but mine truly is the story of a First Generation Farm Wife.

Morgan Kontz lives on a farm near Colman with her husband, Jason, and two children. She blogs about her experiences as a first generation South Dakota farm wife and writes a monthly agriculture column for the South Dakota Magazine website.

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Hutchinson County Haven

The fertile fields of Hutchinson County became a haven for ethnic Germans fleeing Russia in the 1870s. They had lived there for years, enticed by Catherine the Great to transform the region around the Black Sea into Europe’s breadbasket. She offered freedom from military service, but when Czar Alexander II rescinded that promise in 1871, the pacifist Germans sought new land. Several thousand emigrated to southeastern Dakota Territory beginning in 1873. By the end of the decade, Germans had established farms up the James River Valley to the Menno and Freeman areas, where their descendants still work the land. Joel Schwader, of Rapid City, grew up in Freeman. He visited his hometown this summer and shared these photos from rural Hutchinson County.

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Trygve Trooien: Country Philosopher

Trygve Trooien on the family farm south of Astoria.

Editor’s Note: Trygve Trooien passed away on Easter Sunday in 2015 on his farm in Brookings County at the age of 65. We met Trooien in the fall of 2002. We visited his peaceful farm on the shores of Oak Lake and he showed us his incredible collection of overalls. Here’s the story we wrote. It appeared in our November/December 2002 issue.

Trygve Trooien is a country philosopher. There is no better way to describe the 52-year-old bachelor who farms along the east shore of Oak Lake in Brookings County. He is a country philosopher in striped bib overalls who occasionally stages farm fashion shows.

Trooien is good-natured and has a ready smile. He is not talkative, although he’ll share his thoughts when prompted. His daily life is a philosophy and that makes him a truer philosopher than those who speak or write a certain way and act another.

Trooien is Thoreau with a Farmall tractor. He is what Thomas Jefferson wanted every man to become, at home and happy on the land.

The name Trooien is as Norwegian as Lutheranism or lutefisk, and Trygve is proud of the heritage. Most people around Hendricks, Minn., which is just a few miles from Oak Lake and the Trooien farm, claim the same ethnicity. Prior to visiting the town, we’d heard that it had only two churches and both were Lutheran. We asked if that was accurate.

“No,” replied Trooien. “Hendricks has four churches. Lutheran, Lutheran, Lutheran … and Methodist.” He attends the old Singsaas Lutheran Church near his farm on the South Dakota side of the border.

In this lake country, Minnesotans and South Dakotans socialize and intermarry and sometimes even move their residency from one side of the state line to the other. The Trooien family is well respected here. Trygve is known as a good farmer; he garners further attention from his overalls.

For several generations, bib overalls were the uniform of choice for hard-working farmers and city laborers alike all across America. “They were better suited for doing active, hard work than about anything else you could wear,” Trooien said. “I think they are cooler in the summer because they fit looser and you can always unbutton one of the buttons if you want more air circulating.”

He grew up wearing overalls and never switched to jeans. “I haven’t changed. I’m not going to change,” he said.

Trooien’s overall models included (from left) Nicole Fitzsimmons, Elizabeth Johnson, Kelly Moe, Katie Telgren, Katie Hunhoff and Sara Johnson.

Just as a man couldn’t be expected to farm without a tractor these days, Trooien said he wouldn’t farm without his overalls. “If we ever get to where we can’t buy them we’ll have to start our own factory. Yankton had its own overall factory once. So did Sioux City, Iowa.”

He hasn’t had to go to that extreme, but the scarcity of overall manufacturers does concern the friendly farmer. He orders Key overalls from Hendricks Hardware now that Lee only makes what might be called designer overalls. “Lewis Drug in Sioux Falls was the last place you could get the Lee work overalls,” he said. “I went to all three Lewis Stores and bought every pair that would fit me. I took good care of those last ones. I starched them and ironed them and tried to keep them going.”

He also favors Osh Kosh’s striped denim work jackets. He knew a mail order company that stocked them, but when the firm dropped them he thought he would have to switch. “A few years later we were sitting over coffee and a guy told me he saw some of those jackets at Country General in Brookings so I thought of an excuse to go to Brookings and by golly they had about 10 of those striped jackets my size on a sales rack for $7 each. I took them all. I was really happy about that deal.

“Then I thought I had heard that Country General in Watertown had the same deliveries as the Brookings store so I thought up an excuse to go to Watertown. Well, they had a rack of them and they were $9 each. I bought every one of them, too, so I’ve got a full closet of Osh Kosh jackets.”

Osh Kosh and Lee were two of many major manufacturers during the heyday of denim work clothes. Other well-known brands included Carhart, Carter’s, Key, Liberty, Paul Bunyan, Sears, Tuf Nut and Big Yank.

Three separate companies made overalls called Big Ben. There was Big Ben blue by Blue Bell, Big Ben striped by Wrangler, and Big Ben blue by the V.F. Company. Blues are solid denim. Striped are pinstripe blue on white.

Lee, which has always been Trooien’s favorite, sold four styles — stripe high back, stripe low back, blue high back and blue low back. “I grew up wearing blue and striped Key Imperials,” he said. “Lee’s were the Cadillac.” Every overall had a slightly different shape. Lee’s were generally considered a trimmer style, and they fit Trooien’s 170-pound frame.

Overall designers did try to change with the times, Trooien said. One manufacturer even renamed the plier’s pocket as a cell phone holder. But sales continued to lag until a few of the big-name companies like Lee decided to redesign the overall and market it to youth as a trendy casual wear.

Once he realized that work overalls were fading from the store shelves of rural America, Trooien stocked up on Lee’s. He also began to collect other styles. His wardrobe now includes 38 different styles representing 26 brand names. He never intended it to grow into a collection. “Whenever I saw an overall I didn’t have I bought it just to try it out,” he said.

Elizabeth Johnson models a pair of Keys with a handy pliers holder.

“Osh Kosh B’Gosh from Osh Kosh, Wisconsin may be the best known of all the overalls,” he said. “Big Smith was known as the big man’s overall. They were wide, very wide. If society keeps getting heavier, which is certainly the way we’re going, they could make a comeback.”

As happens with all collectors, Trooien has become an authority on the subject. He says the guarantees were always interesting. Big Yank promised, for example, that shrinkage would not exceed one percent. The H.D. Lee Company — a giant in the business with 11 factories across the nation — guaranteed that their overalls “must look better, fit better and wear longer or you may have a new pair free or your money back.”

Brand names aside, Trooien says there are four basic types of overalls. “You’ve got your church overalls, you’ve got your dress overalls, you’ve got your town overalls, and you’ve got your work overalls,” he explained. A dress overall is for socializing in town, but it would be better than what you might wear to town in the afternoon to get parts or groceries. A town overall doesn’t have to be as good as a church overall, but better than a work overall.

Generally, he explained, when overalls were in fashion a man would use his newest pair of overalls for church. When they were slightly worn and faded they could be used for “night business,” meaning they were worn to town or to visit the neighbors. When the overall was no longer fit for public use it was worn during the work day.

When the town of Astoria celebrated its centennial in 2000, Trooien produced an Overall Revue, a cross between a fashion show and a historical pageant. He recruited young ladies in the area to model the collection. His brother, Phil, was moderator. A few repeat performances have followed. Trooien said he’ll do more in the name of historic preservation of the overall culture if requests don’t interfere with farming.

Nothing stops Trooien from tending to his cows and fields. A few years ago, he had some chest pains and the local doctor put him in the hospital. He was a model patient until 6 a.m. the next morning, when he pulled on his Key overalls and went home to milk his 30 Holstein cows. He has never been back to the hospital.

He likes his country life and sees no reason for time away. “I don’t enjoy going on vacation. I’ve been around the world in the Army and I don’t care if I never go again. I wasn’t that impressed.”

The farm by the lake has been in the Trooien family since 1900. “My grandfather bought it after the previous owner was forced to sell it when he mortgaged it for a threshing machine.”

His grandfather’s big, square white house is still the main residence. Red barns stand to the west, between the road and the lake. More than a dozen tractors, mostly red Farmalls, are parked around the farmstead along with both modern and antique farm equipment.

Oak Lake in eastern Brookings County is a picturesque and peaceful place to live and farm, and an appropriate setting for preserving the overall, part of the fabric of rural America.

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Dressed for Calving

This morning a newsman told of a fireman who rescued a kitten from a burning building and gave it mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. When asked what it tasted like, he answered,”fur.”

The story reminded me of Dress Up Day 1960 at Redfield School. In an age where girls always wore skirts to school, Dress Up Day was a big deal. I wore the brown tweed suit I’d made in home economics class (and got an A, by the way). My outfit was completed with a white ruffled blouse, button earrings, a necklace, high heels and nylons with a garter belt. The boys wore suits or dress pants and sport coats.

It was Friday, so instead of changing clothes and preparing for an evening of triple deck Mexican Canasta with Celia and her friends (Celia was my landlord/friend/surrogate grandmother with whom I stayed during the school week) I packed a suitcase and rode home with the neighbors, Zelda and Quentin. Zelda was the older of the two siblings. She worked at the Spink County Bank and had a car. Quentin was my age and kind of an older brother. We had a love/hate relationship. Zelda was known to stop the car during the 20-mile trip and make us get out and walk until we stopped arguing.

Despite the walks, I arrived home well dressed and ready for a family weekend. We planned to drive to Orient to visit Grandma and Granddad Stoner, so I kept my good clothes on. We were eating supper when my younger brother, Chuck, ran into the house and cried,”There’s a foot sticking out!”

That might seem like a really strange comment, but we knew he had been checking his pregnant heifer, Sandy. Dad and I jumped from the table and ran for the barn. Dad surveyed the situation and got out his trusty calf puller. He put his hand into the womb to try and straighten the calf out so it could be born normally; he seemed to have the job done, but nothing happened.

Sandy looked tired and stressed — straining hard to bring her offspring into the light of day. Finally, Dad tied the bands of the calf puller to the calf’s legs, handed me the rope and said,”When I say ‘Pull,’ you pull with everything you’ve got.” Chuck grabbed the rope behind me. Finally Dad was ready and said,”Pull!” All three of us strained and slowly that little calf slid from its mother’s womb unto the golden straw where the new mommy stood. Dad knelt down beside the calf while Chuck and I held our breath. The calf was very still. Was it dead?

Dad took his handkerchief and cleaned the calf’s mouth out. Nothing. Then he held the mouth shut, put his mouth over that nose and started blowing big breaths into the lungs — once, twice, three times — and rubbing the calf’s side. Now Sandy started licking her baby and Dad was blowing into the nose again — once, twice, aha! At last, a breath on its own. Movement. The baby was alive!

As Sandy continued licking her baby, she looked at us as if to say,”Thank you,” and”I can take care of it now.” The baby was struggling to right itself — the prettiest little Jersey calf you ever saw. The three of us all stood in amazement at the miracle. After allowing ourselves a few minutes of wonder, we went back to the house and reported on the new birth. I washed my shoes off. Dad had to change clothes. Finally we got in the car to leave for grandpa’s farm. What a story we had to tell.

Grandma Stoner wasn’t sure I had been dressed appropriately for such an event. Almost 50 years later, I remember the brown tweed outfit more in conjunction with the calf’s birth than I do for getting a good grade at school. I also remember that I learned a lot about Dad that night. I never asked him what his resuscitative efforts tasted like, but I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t have said”fur.”

Editor’s Note: This story is revised from the March/April 2010 issue of South Dakota Magazine. To order a copy or to subscribe, call (800) 456-5117.

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Amaranth: The Once and Future Crop?

Could a plant grown as a food crop 1,000 years ago in what is now South Dakota be one of the state’s answers to coming dry seasons? That is the question I arrived at after a yearlong probe into the peculiar properties, mysterious origins and current development of the plant called amaranth.

If you’ve heard the word before but have only a sketchy idea of what it is, you may be surprised to know that it is a product on the market right now, appearing on health food shelves and in mainstream items like bread and cereal. And, it is increasingly popular with gardeners who find it fascinating for its ease of cultivation, colorful appearance and diverse uses in the kitchen.

I embarked on my personal voyage of discovery while writing a book about the Prehistoric Indian Village on the shore of Lake Mitchell, which was inhabited before there was a lake. The book, Village on the Bluff: Prehistoric Farmers/Hunters of the James River Valley, was commissioned by Dr. L. Adrien Hannus, director of the Archeology Laboratory at Augustana College in Sioux Falls. Dr. Hannus told me he wanted an informative layman’s view of the site. Since I was highly qualified as a layman, and not lacking in curiosity or guts, I gladly took the job. Who knew where it would lead?

The main crops of the Hidatsa and other Native Americans were the “three sisters” of maize, beans and squash. Other crops, including amaranth, were grown as well. Some scholars think amaranth may have antedated all other grains and gave way to them only as the new grains were bred to greater size and bulk.

The people who inhabited the Mitchell site 1,000 years ago were influenced by the Mississippian culture, which had its center at Cahokia, near what is now St. Louis. The culture included elements carried from further south in the Valley of Mexico. The villagers relied heavily on hunting bison and their vegetable diet, which consisted mostly of crops grown in the valley near the creek, wild berries, roots and other native foodstuffs. Microscopic examination of pollen discovered at the site showed that principal crops were the famous”Three Sisters” originating in Mexico and Central America — maize, beans and squash. But also present were pollen from sunflowers and amaranth.

I was so intrigued by the knowledge that amaranth was cultivated by these ancient peoples that I endeavored to learn more about it. I found enough to write on the subject, but then I decided to grow some. I can report that growing amaranth is not daunting. I was easily able to obtain appropriate seed varieties, two reds and one golden, and in early spring of 2012 I started the plants in peat pots indoors by a sunny window. The plants tend to be frail in the early stages, and I wanted to take no chances with the seeds not reaching maturity. By the time the weather grew warmer, I had enough sturdy plants to make three rows in a 4-foot by 8-foot bed and another row of about 10 feet, with plants left over to stick in odd spots in the garden.

The plants grew vigorously, despite the low-moisture spring and summer. The hot, dry weather was disastrous for my beans, cucumbers and most other vegetables, but the amaranth flourished. By fall, the plants stood 2 to 5 feet tall and the colorful, plume-like heads were heavy with seeds. Harvesting and threshing are often accomplished in one step, usually just after the first frost, by bending the heads into a pail and shaking or beating the plant so that the seeds fall. I wanted to conserve as many seeds as possible, so I snapped off the heads and put them in a plastic bag.

Amaranth grown for grain does not fare well in containers, so Robinson moved these seedlings to his Sioux Falls garden.

Threshing was a bit trickier. The seeds are so light that winnowing in the wind, as I have done successfully with wheat, was out of the question; too many seeds would be lost. Various methods have been suggested, but none seem foolproof. I chose to use gloves to rub off the seeds (since the stems and chaff can be prickly and rough on bare fingers) and then collect the seeds and chaff in a bowl. A screen of the proper size can be used to sift out stems and much of the chaff, or by carefully shaking the bowl one can separate the seeds and chaff by weight and gently blow to skim off the chaff. Remaining chaff and stem parts can be removed by hand. If some chaff is left it is not a disaster — while annoying, it is edible.

Of the five plant species discovered at the Mitchell site, amaranth is unique in two respects. First, it is the only one of the group not thought to be exclusively native to the Americas. Second, it is the only one that failed to establish itself as a basic modern-day foodstuff until recently.

The fact that the name amaranthus (meaning”unfading flower”) has Greek roots speaks to the wide distribution of the genus around the world. Some 70 species exist in countries as far away as Australia, but few have been successfully cultivated. Nevertheless, grain amaranth was cultivated in Europe and Asia as well as the Americas in early times and was often associated with religious ceremonies, suggesting that it had a central place as a foodstuff among ancients. Some scholars suggest it may have been the very first grain, supplanted by other grains only as the latecomers attained greater size and volume.

Amaranth was highly prized in Peru and Mexico. It figured among the tribute crops demanded by Aztec ruler Montezuma. With the coming of European conquistadores, however, the growing and consumption of amaranth was nearly terminated. A ban on the plant was made on religious grounds. The Catholic Church found the use of small cakes made of amaranth seed and honey (sometimes allegedly mixed with human blood) in pagan rituals, to be eerily similar to using the host during Mass, and declared it blasphemy. Today, the use of the cakes, often in the shape of skulls but without blood, survives in Mexico, particularly during the weeks leading up to the Day of the Dead. Similar cakes of popped amaranth bound with honey or syrup were eaten in China, Nepal and Argentina.

Among tribes north of the border, amaranth was assigned other uses, as well. In the Southwest, Hopis used a red dye from one species as food coloring and for other coloring purposes.

Given the widespread use of the plant in ancient times, it is curious that amaranth holds such a small niche in today’s market. Other foods from Central and South America have had amazing success. Corn products are virtually ubiquitous, with such ingredients as corn syrup found in a wide selection of products. Beans and squash are also widely consumed. Even the sunflower seed has risen to widespread popularity as a snack. Mention the word amaranth to most people, however, and you will be repaid with blank stares.

How exactly amaranth was used by prehistoric people who populated land along the waterways of the Mississippi drainage is a matter of conjecture. The fact that the seed of the plant is rich in gluten-free protein (better than any other common cereal, and a particularly good source of the amino acid lysine), along with calcium, vitamins and other essential building blocks, may be a clue to its use 1,000 years ago.

Contrary to expectations, according to Dr. Hannus, the people of the Village on the Bluff may not have had a regular supply of fresh meat. The protein in amaranth may have helped fill dietary gaps.

Robinson found ground amaranth too gritty for pancakes, so he replaced it with cooked amaranth.

Today amaranth is easily available in supermarket health food sections, in stores devoted to health foods or from web sites. I was fascinated to discover that the seeds could be popped like popcorn, boiled whole for gruel or for soups, ground for inclusion in hot cereals, pancakes, muffins, or other baked goods, sprouted for salads, or made into breakfast flakes. I started including amaranth in my diet. I was particularly proud of my Sunday pancakes, with amaranth, flax, and oat bran added to ease the guilt of a tasty weekly treat.

The young and tender leaves of amaranth plants are edible and are often harvested early in the season and used in salads or cooked as greens. The greens are many times richer in antioxidants than most other salad greens.

What does amaranth taste like? The adjective”nutty” leaps to mind, but I’ve also seen it described as”peppery.” Popped, with a little salt and butter added, it tastes very much like miniature popcorn. Puffed, mixed with heated honey, it will remind you of Rice Krispy bars. In mixtures with other grains and baked or used as a thickener in soups, it imparts a delicate flavor all its own.

If there are commercial growers of amaranth in South Dakota, they are doing a good job of keeping it a secret. Organic farmers, plant specialists and packagers I contacted could not recall anyone in the state raising the crop. When asked why, they came up with reasons ranging from”once bit, twice shy,” through”alcohol addiction,” to”a black sheep in the family.”

Paul O. Johnson, South Dakota State University extension agronomy field specialist based in Watertown, cites the Jerusalem artichoke fiasco as a possible reason that growers in this state are wary of”novelty crops” like amaranth. Many farmers were stung in the early 1980s when a firm called American Energy Farming Systems (AEFS) touted Jerusalem artichokes as a drought-resistant, high-return crop with unbelievable potential for development. Of course, what seems unbelievable often should not be believed. Some growers paid exorbitant prices for seed plants (often over $1,000 per acre sown), and found themselves at harvest time with little or no market for their crop. AEFS soon went bankrupt. Farmers with a long memory can hardly be blamed for being suspicious of get-rich talk about a crop with a funny name.

Like other plants grown in the Prehistoric Village, amaranth now seems to be here to stay, and it offers opportunities for enterprising growers. Its novelty, the combination of its value as an ornamental and as a fun and nutritious food, and the ease of its cultivation and harvesting, make it a welcome addition to the growing beds of those who love gardening.


Five Sisters Stew

For the fun of it, I created this stew mostly using ingredients that might have been found at the Prehistoric Village, particularly those foodstuffs common to the Mississippian culture. You could add a cup of whole corn if you wanted to make that ingredient seem less of an afterthought. By the way, say what you will, both amaranth and refried beans make excellent thickeners. I think you will find this dish to be rich, creamy and satisfying.

1/4 cup chopped sweet onion

1/2 cup chopped celery

2 tablespoons butter or vegetable oil

1/2 cup cooked amaranth

1 1/2 cups cooked butternut squash

1 cup refried beans (about 7 ounces or half a can)

1 can diced tomatoes

1/2 cup vegetable broth

1/2 tsp. cumin

1/2 tsp. salt (or to taste)

1 tbsp. Cholula hot sauce

A sprig of cilantro, tortilla chips, and sunflower seeds to garnish.

Heat butter or oil in a two-quart saucepan over medium heat. Add onion and celery and sautÈ until onion is clear and soft. Add amaranth, squash, and refried beans and stir thoroughly. Add tomatoes and cook. Flavor with cumin, salt, and hot sauce. Add broth to bring to desired consistency. Garnish with cilantro, chips, and sunflower seeds.

Makes about four servings.

Editor’s Note: This story is revised from the March/April 2013 issue of South Dakota Magazine. To order a copy or to subscribe, call (800) 456-5117.

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Fall Harvest

Scott Korsten shared these photos from near his home outside of Sioux Falls.”The harvest signals the changing of seasons and it is something my wife and I look forward to every year; it seemed like something worth capturing with the camera,” Korsten says.”As I was waiting for the combine to come near me the sights, sounds and smells of the harvest evoked thoughts of how special and connected many people in South Dakota are to the land. Farmers are some of the most resilient and hard-working people I know,” Korsten says.

Peggy Albers drove this combine and she offered Korsten a ride.”She and her husband Darwin tag team the harvest of their farm in northeast Lincoln County. We had a great conversation and when it was time to leave her, I said, ‘My wife is going to be really jealous when she hears I went for a ride,'” Korsten says. “Peggy responded, ‘Bring her out and I’ll give her a ride too.’ So I did, and she did.” See more of Korsten’s work at inspiredbynatureimages.com.

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South Dakota Sunflowers

In 2013 South Dakota farmers planted 617,000 acres of sunflowers ≠– more than any other state. And we grew just under half the sunflowers produced in the country at 996.8 million pounds. This year’s flowers are still blooming. Keith Hemmelman shared recent photos from fields near Pierre. See more of his work at http://hemmelman.zenfolio.com/.