The little hairy beasts are everywhere around the island, even in my own backyard! Until springtime and early summer, you might not known that those simple cactus plants with wide paddles will soon offer yellow flower blossoms, which the bees love to nose dive into and shimmy down to the bottom and play around for weeks to months at a time.
If you are anything like me, you might think that the flowers themselves are the big showcase of these cacti. Then comes August and the flowers turn into prickly pears, which are known locally as bajtar tax-xewk. Once you get up close to the bajtar, you’ll see that they’re full of pins and pricks and touching them in even the most gentle and speedy of ways gets those needles into your fingers, up your arms and into your clothes from the moment contact is made.
For any sane person who has not been picking these lovelies for a lifetime, they need to wear sturdy gloves in order to grab a hold and twist and pull them for free. Tony Borg, however, is the master of pulling bare handed and dropping them into his bucket. He picks one after the next after the next and doesn’t even notice if the pins are in his hands and over his arms and clothes.
For the pears that cannot be reached by hand, he uses a very nifty contraption, a wooden pole with two open cans on each side. He places the pear into the can and twists enough to get the pear to release and come down inside the can, to be dropped into the bucket. When I first started looking for a person who could show me how to pick and cut prickly pears, my local grocer told me that it was a lost art and that only the original farmers around the island still knew how to cut and use the bajtar.