Holly-leaved cherries (Prunus ilicifolia), seen here in the process of ripening, are a wild grown food that can be foraged in the local mountains.
“Prunus ilicifolia is the most common wild cherry in coastal California south of San Francisco Bay, and it was used as food by every group in whose territory it occurs.”
—Jan Timbrook Chumash Ethnobotany: Plant Knowledge Among the Chumash People of Southern California
Holly-leaved cherries, called ‘akhtayukhash in Barbareno Chumash, are fruiting right now. The fruit, which grows as a thin layer of flesh covering a hard marbled-sized seed pod, is edible right off the plant. The pulp is not much thicker than the skin and offers little more than a taste, but it is juicy and sweet tasting.
Though the pulp is edible, the kernel within the fruit pit was the most valued part of the plant for the Chumash Indians. The seed pods were cracked and the kernels collected, which could then when dried be stored for as long as necessary until they were needed.
The kernels, however, contain hydrocyanic acid and are poisonous. Before eating them they must be properly prepared to remove the poison, as well as their bitter taste. The preparation process involves leaching the poison from the kernels using fresh water.
After the kernels were leached of poison, they were cooked for several hours by boiling until they became soft, then mashed, rolled into balls and coated in pinole flour made from juniper or grass seeds. “The Chumash consultants,” Timbrook notes, “all agreed that it was a good-tasting and prized food.” The small cakes were eaten with roasted meat and were also a featured food in ceremonial events.
A cherry pit without the skin showing some of the yellow fruit pulp still clinging to the seed pod.
I flushed this sucker out of the bushes a few days ago when stomping through the brush. He trotted out into a small clearing and up onto a low rise in the land, where he then sat and watched me watch him for about ten minutes. As I approached, out of sight behind bushes and trees in an end around sort of play trying to come up behind him, he slunk into the brush and disappeared. He was clearly confident in his ability to give me the slip at any time and showed little sign of concern about my presence.
Jack Elliott's Santa Barbara Adventure 