By Dennis Brown
From Springdale
Dennis Brown of Springdale recounts moving to NWA, starting a business, hunting, fishing, and memories of the land before Beaver Lake.
By Dennis Brown
From Springdale
Dennis Brown of Springdale recounts moving to NWA, starting a business, hunting, fishing, and memories of the land before Beaver Lake.
KEIRY FLORES
Springdale, Arkansas
Ingredients:
2 lbs of peanuts
1 tall dulce de panela
(1 dulce de panela for 2 pounds of peanuts
Instructions:
1.) Toast the peanuts
(Make sure to keep turning them)
(Nice and roasted not too black)
2.) Once fully toasted, peel the peanuts
3.) Next, put the dulce and 2 cups of water on the stove to melt and boil
(You know it’ll be ready once you can take some out and put it in water and in will turn into soft caramel)
4.) While that is getting ready, crush up peanuts
5.) Then once dulce is ready, put the peanuts in the dulce and stir
6.) Once mixed, start making balls as soon as possible
(Use water so your hands won’t burn)
(The faster you work, the prettier they turn out)
My grandma taught me how to make these the first time I was able to visit her alone in El Salvador. It was the one thing I would eat as a little girl and making food was her way of showing love. She taught me step by step and then I brought it back here to Arkansas. I remember how sweet the air smelled and the big smile on her face as she taught me something I would never forget.
Tareneh Manning
The North Forest (Crystal Bridges Museum)
This is how I Ozark. Or is it OzArt? Walking in the mist, through the forest, and singing words that have no form to magical trees. This one is ENLIGHTENING and sings back. She tells me I’m Emerald. But all I remember are these dreams in the mist.
Tareneh Manning
Fayetteville, Arkansas
This recipe card is a screenshot of a text that I sent to Amber Perrodin, and Jill Dabbs. I couldn’t find the family cookbook and since my family jokes that I don’t cook, then this recipe seemed appropriate. A more accurate statement would be that I don’t cook ANYMORE, but our family is prone to exaggeration… At any rate, sweet Amber encouraged me to submit this tart bit of snark. She likes a dash of sass now and then.
Tareneh Manning
Fayetteville-ish, Arkansas
“Welcome to the Gun and Garden life,” she says with a smile and eye roll. She knows all too well, when it comes to men, that National Lampoon antics always have been, and always will be, a part of life’s adventures. (Did you note that bit of Ozark sexism? She meant it. Why the blankety blank blank is a duck boat parked in front of the house)?
It was my intention to share something a little different than a historical or natural photo of the Ozarks. Something a little more relevant to Ozark life today but rooted in our history. I was hoping that a current snapshot of my life would convey, through the power of analogy, how life in the early 2000’s has developed for many Ozark families with ancestoral bloodlines from predominantly Irish immigrants and Native Americans that made their way here generations ago. While both groups came to the Ozarks because of hardships which in no small way include severe discrimination, they collected here either through forced migratory discrimination or as policy promoted incentivized migration to escape discrimination and build a sustainable lives. In the part of the Ozarks where I live, historical evidence surrounds me that expresses these people had strong wills, strong minds, and industrious hands that created a foundation for a culturally complex and rich region of the world. Education, commerce, art, science, technology, love of nature, and community spirit thrive throughout the plateau and hills of Northwest Arkansas. Love it or hate it, their work tenacity, persistence, ingenuity, creativity, and openness to helping their neighbors succeed has taken root and cultivated a dynamic region where the “pursuit of happiness” can be pursued and achieved for their descendants and anyone else that is called to the land of the Ozarks.
By Jeffro Brown
From Springdale
One of the side effects of Ozark hill farming.