"Movin' to the country / Gonna eat a lot of peaches" - The Presidents of the United States of America
Three years and three months. That's all it took for me to venture out of my house on a Saturday morning for a trip to the Steamboat Springs Farmer's Market.
Okay, that's not all it took. It also took peaches. Lots and lots of peaches. Peaches grown in Palisade, Colorado, where there are acres and acres of peach orchards and vineyards. The perfect climate, an average of 78 percent sunshine, and a 182-day growing season. (I can't even imagine.) People around here wait all year for Palisade peaches. I have completely jumped on the bandwagon. If you are from Texas, it's a little like getting fresh-picked Fredricksburg peaches, only more so. There is an absolute feeding frenzy over these fruits.
I hadn't gone to the Farmer's Market before now, because one of the Palisade orchard owners had set up a roadside stand on the outskirts of town every weekend. I have bought peaches from him every late summer since we moved here. He is just known to us now as "The Peach Man". I noticed this summer that I never saw The Peach Man and his little stand and travel trailer and two big plywood cut-out painted peaches on the side of the road, and I started to get really bummed out. No peach pies? No peach crisps? No, (gulp), peach jam to eat in the winter while I wait for next peach season?! I found some local Colorado peaches at the grocery store, but they just weren't the same. Then three weekends ago, John surprised me and came home with three pounds of bonafide Palisade peaches from The Peach Man for me! (He found out that The Peach Man had changed his schedule and could be found at the Farmer's Market every weekend.) I am not embarrassed to say that I squealed and giggled and hugged and twirled over those peaches. Better than flowers!
Once those peaches were inhaled eaten, I wanted more for jam. This is how it happened that Emma and I found ourselves at the Farmer's Market a couple of weekends ago on the hunt for The Peach Man. Oh, we had fun. Wild smoked salmon, buffalo meat, local honey, pastries, crepes, kettle corn. Geodes, beads, jewelry, handmade soaps made from rendered bear fat (!), lotions and creams. A live 3-piece band playing Hank Williams. A chili cook-off. Owls and cows. The craziest site of the day was the cow pen, the location of the cow patty contest. Which ever cow delivered the goods first, won. The winner took home a $1,000 cash prize.
By far, the busiest booth belonged to The Peach Man of Davis Family Farms. I've had other Palisade peaches, but none as sweet and juicy and good as those from the Davis' farm. Everywhere I looked, people were carrying bags of peaches. I loaded up with close to four pounds, and then returned the following weekend with all the kids for more. (Hey, I like peaches. And this only happens once a year.) I think next year I will make jam with the red plums, too. Or maybe pear butter with the pears. The Peach Man said he will come in June next summer with the early-season peaches, cherries, and apricots. I will go early and often.
My other favorite booth was a beautiful display of dozens and dozen of colorful hand-woven baskets and fans. I met the ti-a basket booth owner and found that these works of art were made by precious women in Ghana, Africa. These women are able to provide for their families by weaving these baskets, and are able to teach their skills to women in surrounding villages to help them grow financially as well. What an amazing gift this sweet woman is giving to other women. I chose one woven with blue and carried my peaches home.
Now, the air is brisk. The leaves are gold. The mornings are frosty. The anticipation is high...snow is coming. The vendors have taken down their booths. The market is closed for another year. But I'm okay with that. I have jam.
You can find information about ti-a baskets at ti-a.com.
A couple of smaller projects in preparation of autumn, because I wasn't quite ready to start another big sweater project. :)
baa baa black sheep for my hands - Lambing Mitts by Veronika Jobe. The one thing I haven't been able to accomplish in acclimating to the cold here is keeping my hands warm. I haven't given up on the idea of fair isle warm woolen mittens for winter temps., but I also wanted something to ward of the chill of autumn. I love, love these mitts with their extra long length. The garter stitch band at the top can be folded down (as seen above) or folded out to cover the fingers. Super quick project made with some of my favorite leftover Quince & Co. Osprey from my stash.
Rose Toes for her feet - Rye by tincanknits. So I have had this mental block of intimidation when it came to sock knitting. I was afraid it would take to long. I was afraid of Second Sock Syndrome. I was afraid of heels and gussets and turns. Oh, my! But my daughter REALLY wanted a pair of hand knit socks, and I couldn't refuse her. I found this pattern using worsted weight yarn and size 5 needles. Yay! The verdict??? It was fun! Really fun! And of course, now I feel that I should make myself a pair. :)
Here's a yarn question for all of you experienced sock knitters...I used Berroco Comfort (a nice acrylic yarn) for these socks. Emma loved, loved the variations of color, and the socks are very soft. I know that wool would be the "go to" choice for socks, but my skin can be a little cranky when it comes to certain wool yarns next to my skin. Any sock yarn suggestions in a worsted weight, soft wool or otherwise??? I am eying all the gorgeous colors of Malabrigo Rios and thinking it might not be scratchy? Any thoughts would be very much appreciated!
Joining in with the beautiful knitters over at Ginny's Yarn Along!
One of the most popular features in our town's little quirky newspaper, Steamboat Today, is a daily log of real emergency calls received by our local law enforcement. Ladies and Gentlemen, I present..."The Record."
(And just FOR the record, I did not make any of these up.)
12:06 am - Officers were called to a report of a person who heard what sounded like an animal in distress in the 300 block of Steamboat Boulevard. Porcupines were found in the area.
12:22 am - Steamboat Springs Police Department officers were called to a report of a suspicious vehicle in the 600 block of Howelsen Parkway. A moped was found in a portable toilet.
12:26 am - Steamboat Springs Police Department officers were called to a report of a disturbance in the 700 block of Lincoln Avenue. A drunken man was crying at the bar. The man's dad came to pick him up.
1:15 am - Steamboat Springs Police Department officers were called to a report of women shooting paintballs at signs from a vehicle at Hilltop Parkway and South Lincoln Avenue. Officers caught up with the women and made them go back and clean up all the signs.
5:53 am - Officers were called to a report of two bear cubs in the 2800 block of Village Drive. Police said the bear cubs weren't doing anything wrong.
7:19 am - Officers were called to a report of theft in the 1100 block of Angler's Drive. A red British telephone booth was reported stolen.
8:38 am - Officers were called to a report of a moose at a gas station in the 500 block of Marketplace Plaza.
10:20 am - Officers were called to a report of paintballs that were shot at a sign in the 800 block of Weiss Circle. The women who were caught earlier in the morning shooting at signs were called to clean up the sign.
11:35 am - Officers were called to a report of a bear that was chasing ducks in a pond in the 900 block of Mauna Lea Lane.
11:42 am - Officers were called to a report of a stolen van at Lincoln Avenue and 13th Street. It was reportedly taken between July 2012 and Tuesday.
2:13 pm - Officers were called to a report of a missing person at a Mexican restaurant on Snapdragon Way. A man said he went to the bathroom, and his wife was gone when he returned. The wife had a 2:30 p.m. hair appointment, and she was located at a salon in Marketplace Plaza.
4:05 pm - Police were called to a report of shots fired on the 2800 block of Golf Stream Court. Someone reported hearing eight shots in a row and thought it was small arms fire. Police searched the area and didn’t find any evidence of a shooting but noticed several houses nearby were under construction.
5:02 pm - Officers were called to a report of a disturbance in the 1100 block of Memphis Belle Court. Two people were arguing about missing a flight to Oregon.
5:42 pm - Deputies were called to a report of a person with a gun at a golf course in the 26800 block of U.S. Highway 40. It was a golf course employee hunting a gopher.
8:36 pm - Officers were called to a report of a bear that broke into a garage and pulled out golf clubs in the 800 block of Majestic Circle. It was gone when officers arrived.
8:45 pm - Officers contacted a couple who could not figure out how to use the gas pumps at a station in the first block of Angler's Drive. They were shown how to use the pumps.
9:13 pm - Officers were called to help a man who got locked in a bathroom at Fetcher Park. The bathroom automatically locked at 9pm, and the man did not see the button to unlock the door while inside the bathroom. Officers told the man about the button, and he got out.
10:57 pm - Officers were called to a report of a homeowner who discovered a bear eating pistachios in the kitchen in the 2900 block of Alpenglow Way. The bear entered through a screen window in the living room and did not want to leave. Officers used non-lethal methods to scare the bear. It jumped through another window and left.
"A small town is a town where everyone knows everything about everyone, but they still buy a local newspaper to find out what the editor dared to publish." - Danny Kaye
Things have been really quiet here on the blog, because things in real life have been anything but. Life is full of seasons, and some are more challenging than others. I won't lie. It's been a cruel, cruel summer so far. (Hey. You might as well sing some 80's Bananarama in the midst of it all, right?!)
So for any friends and/or family interested in keeping up with all things "Us"...
The Roof - We knew when we bought our house three years ago that we would have repairs and work to do. The major-est of the majors? A roof replacement. We noticed leaks, disintegrating asphalt shingles, and got put on a one-year waiting list with a local company for a replacement. This past late spring our number came up. And it has been up ever since.
What should have taken 2-3 days to complete, is now at day 57. Eight weeks. And it is still not finished. I will try to take the high road here, but it has been eight weeks of misordered materials, damaged materials, miscut materials, leaks which have resulted in water coming into our attic and home (we found seven in all), lies from the contractor and crews, no shows from contractor and crews, more running out of materials, more incorrect materials ordered. It will be at least another week before they will be finished. (We were told today that our gutter materials won't arrive until Thursday afternoon, and they don't work on Fridays. They might be able to come out next Monday. Or Tuesday. Maybe.)
John has had to research so much in and through this process that he wishes he had installed the roof himself. And you know what? He could have. And he would have been finished long before now. He has had to get up on the roof (twice in the rain) to try to patch places were the water kept coming in. He has been up and down, in and out of our attic more times than I can count. Our neighbor, a long-time Steamboat resident, shook his head and confirmed: this is the trade off of living in a ski resort town in the middle of nowhere. His wife smiled sadly and said, "Welcome to Steamboat!" Once the roofing crew is done, John will then begin the task of repairing the water damage from the leaks.
I told John this is what the ninth month of pregnancy feels like. You stand there and think, "This is never. going. to. end." Good times!
The Penalty Points - So Emma has discovered Taylor Swift. She has about a dozen or so songs on her MP3 player that she brings with her whenever she and I get into the car to go somewhere. After hearing said songs about a million times, I know them pretty well myself. If anyone knows me well, they know that I sing. All the time. Anywhere. It's a stress reliever, a mood lifter, and it's just fun, okay?
Emma decided that she doesn't want me to sing along to Taylor Swift in the car anymore. I tried to be good, honest I did. But that kid has NO IDEA the massive amounts of self-control I must tap into to keep my mouth shut. I negotiated a compromise: I am allowed to sing one line from each song. Just one. That's it. Whenever I sing it, she invariably tells me, "That was your one line, Mom. That's it. No more."
This week I made the mistake of belting out a second line. (It was "Mean". I couldn't help it.) "GASP! Mom! You already sang your one line! Now I'm going to have to give you a Penalty Point!" Penalty Point??? When did Penalty Points become a part of this deal? I didn't agree to this.
I quit singing and started dancing from the waist up instead. (Because it was now "Shake It Off".) "Mom, no dancing!" "But it's THIS song!" I told her. She wouldn't budge. Then she took a preemptive strike. "And no lip syncing!" I racked up four Penalty Points by the time we got home.
Life is so unfair.
The Feels - Perimenopause is for the birds. And that's all I'm going to say about that. Otherwise, I might start crying. Again.
The Shower Stall - I meant to share pics and post about this last summer when John was working on it, but it didn't happen. My bad. You might remember from this older post that when we bought our house, our master bathroom was in need of repair. We haven't completed all of those projects yet, but last summer John completed a big one: the shower stall.
After doing the demo, he discovered that the shower had been leaking for a long time. (More leaks!) The floor joists and subfloor were rotted. After replacing those, he installed the Schluter-Kerdi shower system (which he highly recommends!), took a deep breath, and did his first tiling job ever. I think he knocked it out of the park! We chose large tiles set in a brick pattern for the walls, two white shelves for the corner, and flat stone mosaic for the floor. That stone floor is my favorite.
We priced a replacement glass door, but that was not jiving at all with our budget. I found an extra long shower curtain liner and a spa-like white extra long shower curtain on Amazon.com to use instead. They work wonderfully, and I actually like it just as is. The curtain softens up the hard lines of the tile, I think. The chrome shower curtain rod, shower head, and valve handle were all affordable options on Amazon, as well.
John picks apart the work he did, but can I brag on him? It is gorgeous. Just beautiful. He did a great job, and I think it is the best shower ever. He never ceases to amaze me.
The Needs - I started this year with a business venture, and it has been an amazing experience so far. Difficult, but amazing in that I have learned so much about all things business and taxes and such, about myself, about my family, about my needs. I am challenged to really hone in on what my priorities need to be. I am challenged to take better care of myself.
I am lucky to have three amazing easygoing kids and a husband that encourages me to do things to treat myself. Trouble is, I usually don't. I am perfectly happy to take the backseat. John calls it the Chicken Neck Phenomenon. The mother takes the time to go to the store to pick out a whole chicken to feed her family. She lovingly seasons and trusses and roasts the chicken. When the family sits down to dinner, she sees to everyone else's needs. To make sure everyone gets what she thinks is enough, she looks at the chicken carcass left on the platter and says with a smile, "Oh, I'll just have the neck! I really wanted the neck anyway!" (Unless there's chocolate involved. I always take my fair share of chocolate!)
Am I alone in this? Self-care just doesn't come naturally to me. But I find myself in a season of life where I am seeing how important it is for me to be kind to myself. To give to myself, not just to others. Maybe it comes from my personality. Maybe it comes from being the firstborn child in a large family. Maybe it is, quite honestly, bad theology that teaches the sin of self. A teaching that ignores the importance of setting limits, or the importance of protecting oneself physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. (Just thinking out loud here.) I understand that in a narcissistic and selfish society such as ours, caring for others in so vitally important, it's just that I also understand that, for me, things can get out of balance.
I think I'll make myself a hair appointment and read a good long book. :)
The Little Things - The best things so far this summer have been the little unexpected gifts. A day full of tears (see The Feels above) is the same day that the first Rufus hummingbird of the season shows up hovering right outside my bedroom window. A little personal reminder that God sees me. I am known by Him. He keeps me in the palm of His hand. It will all be alright.
Because we can't mow a lawn piled up with metal panels and construction materials, daisies are allowed to grow wild all over the backyard. I never realized until this summer that they grow there.
John and I take a walk down one of the hiking trails, and with every step I take, little yellow butterflies flit and flutter up from the grass and fly all around me.
The foxes walk through the yard regularly and stop and stare while I try to engage them in conversation. (I have decided that if I ever go to a Native American naming ceremony, I will ask to be called Talks With Foxes.)
A bear (A BEAR!) hung around our yard for 24 hours last month. He brought with him respite from roof drama and excitement for weary souls. Oh, I wish I could've hugged him. I feel quite certain he would have welcomed it.
A deer eats sarvis berries from our bushes. When she sees me at the window taking pictures, she turns and faces me for a photo op. I talk to her through the window, and she steps closer to listen. (The animals around here make me feel like I am living in a classic Disney Princess movie!)
John calls us out to the deck to watch bats flying overhead, their wings flapping erratically against the dusky blue sky. Emma giggles as I squeal when one flies right in front of us.
The roses bloomed and bloomed this year after their pruning from last. I walked through the flower beds every day, noticing every new leaf, every new bud, touching every stem, pulling every new weed, feeding every plant. I practically hovered and mothered over it all. I was thinking as I walked through the roses one day that this is my Heavenly Father's way with me. "The Lord will perfect all that concerns me." Not perfect (the adjective), as in perfectionism, but perfect (the verb), as in complete. He notices every detail, every change in growth, every hurt, every joy. He feeds and waters. He gives wisdom. He comforts and heals. He sends a meteor to blaze across the midnight sky for me to see at the exact moment I look out the window one last time as I climb into bed.
The same God that hovers over me and my small concerns, hovers over all of creation and hears its cries for peace, for hope. Life is hard, but God is good. <3
Yet again, life marches to a beat more chaotic than one I would want. My days are spoken for, but thankfully, my nights are relatively quiet: yarn, needles, tea, television, puppy at my feet. And so, yet again, a "catch-up" Yarn Along post...
Bing - Pattern Cape Cod by Thea Colman. I love this sweater. What I love most about it are the details. I opted to go with a cotton yarn (Berroco Weekend) so that I could enjoy wearing a sweater on cool summer nights. I chose the colorway Garnet, which is a little deeper than the pictures show. The red made me think of Bing cherries in the summertime. The lace panels made this an interesting and fun project. That boat neck is my favorite.
Ponchetta - Pattern Ponchetta by Elizabeth Smith of The Brown Stitch. Somewhere during my second dry, extreme winter living here, my skin decided to fight back. Eczema. Oh, my. Too cold? Problem. Sweating on the ski mountain? Problem. 100% wool cowl/scarf in direct contact with the skin on my neck? BIG problem. So I am now starting a process of knitting myself new neck warmers with acrylic yarn. Berroco makes a nice one called Comfort, and I was happy to find that it comes in solid colors and heathered colors. I ordered the colorway Hackberry Heather for this pattern. Once again, this color is deeper and richer in person.
Ponchetta is a cross between a cowl, a shawl, and a poncho. The drape of Berroco Comfort caused my Ponchetta to hang more like a full-length poncho, but I really, really like the way it turned out. And it is super soft against my neck! The pattern was easy to read, and the project was a fast, enjoyable knit.
Autumn Margo - Pattern Margo Poncho by Elizabeth Smith of The Brown Stitch. It's quite possible that I could play a game of Eenie Meenie Miney Mo with Elizabeth Smith's designs and be happy no matter what pattern I ended up landing on. This one is a favorite! The pattern, as with all Brown Stitch patterns, was simple and straightforward. The stitch designs are actually made with slipped stitches instead of cables, which made this a quick and easy knit.
The yarn is Osprey from Quince & Co. (still my favorite) and the colorway is Malbec. It is really making me look forward to autumn.
Joining in with the beautiful knitters at Ginny's Yarn Along!
Criss Cross - Criss Cross by Isabell Kraemer. This was my second Isabell-designed project. Another beautiful, clean-lined, and wearable pattern! I have worn this a few times already, and it is just the best go-to sweater to grab on the way out the door. I can see myself getting a lot of wear out of this. The colorway "Ireland" is the perfect green for spring. It was a simple cardigan to knit, but the little details throughout made it fun, especially the charted pattern on the back. Will definitely knit more Isabell!
So here's a question for fellow knitters...this was my first project using Cascade 220 Heathers (NOT Superwash). I wet blocked as usual, and oh my goodness...the stink. The entire room smelled like,...well, let's just say "sulfur", (shall we?), for 3 days. Now, I know that wet wool smells funky, but this was by far the worst ever. I googled the issue and found an actual scientific explanation for the offending odor that has to do with chemical bonds breaking during wet blocking. (Seriously, wet wool sweaters have gas!) But anyway, upon drying, the smell went COMPLETELY away, and I aired my room out. No harm, no foul (no pun intended), BUT I really don't want that to happen again if there is anything I can do to stop it.
I have never had that happen before, and I knit another project (see below) without the odor, so I am left wondering, was it the specific yarn? Have any of you ever noticed the Cascade 220 yarns behaving this way? Or is this knitting's dirty smelly little secret???
Enough unpleasantries. Now on to pretty fringe.
Farmhouse - Farmhouse by cabinfour. I am not a shawl person, really. But I do have a childhood memory of someone (I can't remember who) owning a shawl. I thought is was so cool. No one in my family had one, so it was such a novelty to me. So many knitters like to knit shawls, but I love sweaters and didn't ever see myself using a shawl. But then I stumbled upon a fellow Raveler's Farmhouse. It was love at first sight. I was so drawn to it, but that didn't make any sense to me, because...I am not a shawl person. I looked and looked at pictures of Farmhouse for months and months. Why did I want that shawl so much???
Christmas was coming, and my kids asked me what I wanted as a gift from them. I asked for yarn. Which one, how much...they needed details. I chose 3 projects from my Favorites list on Ravelry. I showed them to my kids and told them that I wanted THEM to choose which project they wanted to give me. They held secret yarn meetings. I had no idea what they wanted me to have, but on Christmas morning I opened a gift of Brooklyn Tweed Shelter, and I realized in that moment that I had been hoping it would be their choice all along. They wanted to give me Farmhouse.
This pattern was so simple to knit. Quiet, peaceful, television knitting. I learned a couple of new skills and linked to instruction videos in my Ravelry notes found here.
This was my first project to use Shelter. I love it, love it. Watching the fabric change during wet blocking was like magic! So fluffy and light and, oh I love it. (Sorry. I already said that.) My favorite is the fringe. Drippy, drapey, flowy, dreamy. I think this might be my favorite knit.
And I use it! Right now, it is the perfect layer to ward off the chill of early morning in the mountains. I really don't see myself knitting a lot of shawls, (I have another sweater on the needles now.) but I am so very glad I knit this one. Thank you, Babies! Your mama feels loved!
Joining in with the beautiful knitters over at Ginny's Yarn Along!
Ah, spring. Freezing temperatures and lots of snow. The kids keep forgetting that this is normal, living in the Rockies. I keep hearing, "More snow?!" "It's snowing again?!" "But it's spring!" Yes, spring in Steamboat.
We experienced the snowiest March that Steamboat Springs had seen in the last five years. Some days have felt like a winter wonderland. While parts of the country are getting wildflowers, we are getting icicles. If Hobbits in the Shire can have Second Breakfast, then I think it is safe to say that we in the Rockies have Second Winter.
I do love spring snows. They are noisy, unlike the still and silent snows of winter. The returning magpies and robins and woodpeckers chatter and sing and fill the valley with promises of warmth and nesting and flowers and green.
The ski mountain has closed for the season, even though there are feet and feet of snow everywhere. John took pictures of his last trip with Austin for me. (That's my Austin snowboarding a black run in the second picture.) I missed the end of the season. Quilt orders. The flu. Pneumonia. Antibiotics and inhalers. Fits of coughing and one million cups of tea. It's been an eventful month around here. It all makes me anticipate the warmth of May even more.
The foxes continue to come around every couple of days. John captured a dark red one outside of my sewing room window with his cell phone. Yes, I purposely set out some little bits of food there. Foxes, I have discovered, like apples!
Twice now I have walked outside onto the back deck to discover a light red fox standing in our yard. The first time, he looked at me curiously and sat still while I spoke to him. He marked all of the Aspen trees before he trotted away.
The second time, he stayed awhile. I told him that I had decided to name him "Foxy". John quietly slipped me some apple pieces, and I gently tossed them out onto the snow. The fox looked up at me and cocked his head to the side, just like a puppy. I told him how beautiful he was and that I was happy to see him. I tossed another piece of apple, and he ran straight to it, ate it, and then sat looking up at me, waiting for another piece. Of course, I obliged him. I told him he was welcome to come and visit any time he wanted, and I would give him a treat. Every once in a while a noise from inside the house startled him, and he darted away from the house. I called to him, and back he came, ready for more apple.
John went down to the basement where Emma was squealing over something, and said quietly, "You guys keep it down in here. Your mother is outside talking to a fox." They looked at him puzzled. What???! Ha! I wish I could have seen that!
A couple of evenings ago, Austin noticed two foxes bounding and chasing and playing in the land behind our house. Of course, I couldn't resist! I quickly grabbed and chopped an apple and went out on the back deck. I called and kissed to the foxes, and the instant I did, one of them trotted straight to the deck! (EEEEeeeeeeep!!!!) I gently tossed the apple pieces out into the yard and had a conversation with the fox, and once the second one saw that I was safe, it slowly joined the first one. It was a wee little one, and it was so curious! It looked up at me and just stared as I talked to it. Oh, I can't even tell you...SO cool!!! I want to keep them all!
The foxes come back every couple of days, usually in the wee hours of the morning while I am sleeping. I wake up to fresh tracks in the snow and the treat that I left them the night before gone. I will have to stop this once the bears wake up.
We all celebrated 14-year old Joel (14!) with a day off from school, his favorite red velvet cake and candy and presents and dinner out (his choice of The Rusted Porch) and a late night viewing of The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies. My sweet boy. What a gift he is! He just keeps getting taller and taller. He makes me proud.
We tried a new bacon appetizer at Joel's birthday dinner that we loved, loved. John came home from the grocery store that next week with ingredients and a request: couldn't we make that bacon appetizer at home? We did our best to recreate it, and then topped it with some added grilled chicken and had it for lunch. It's becoming a habit...
BACON JALAPENO NAAN
4 pieces of naan
Cream cheese, soft
Dried oregano leaves
4-oz. Monterey Jack cheese, grated
3 small tomatoes, thinly sliced
6 slices cooked bacon, crumbled
Sliced pickled jalapenos
Grilled chicken, diced (optional)
Preheat oven to 425 degrees.
Spread soft cream cheese on the top of each piece of naan; sprinkle each with dried oregano. Divide grated cheese evenly among the pieces of naan. Top with diced chicken, sliced tomatoes, crumbled bacon, and pickled jalapeno slices.
Bake directly on oven rack in the lower third of oven for 10-12 minutes, or until desired doneness.
Cut each naan into 6 wedge-shaped appetizer portions and serve immediately.
For appetizers, serves 6-8. For lunch, serves 3-4.