I love cherries. I'm not sure they are my favorite fruit (you know, the one on
top of the list), but I love the taste and I have such fond memories of cherry picking as a child at my grandparents' farm in Romania. So I guess what I love most is cherry picking. Any picking for that matter. The nest kind is the one in the woods, while hiking, when you find wild raspberries or blueberries and blackberries, edible stuff. Or when you walk down the street and see an mulberry tree with ripe berries on the branches that you just pluck and pop into your mouth. Yummm! Or when you kayak on a sound in Orca's Island (Pacific Northwest) and you come upon an abandoned oyster farm at low tide and y
ou harvest your own oysters (which you then have for dinner cooked on a camp stove in hard cider and/or beer).
Anyway, this past Saturday we wend to Larriland (again) and picked tart cherries, red raspberries, blueberries and probably the last strawberries of the season. It was a hot afternoon, but great day for riding the motorcycle to the farm. Sill, one gets to appreciate why fruits like these cost so much at the market. And they should be expensive. It goes for veggies too. Just try to grow your own veggies and you'll realize how long and how much work it takes to grow a tomato ( a fruit, I know, but bear with me!) or a green pepper. Then the prices at the farmers' market will seem quite reasonable.
We combined this trip to the farm with the WSSC company picnic. It was fun, we has some grilled/barbecued standard fare, bot much in the way of vegetarian options. And I learned a few things, like the fact that WSSC has a wind farm in Pennsylvania! They don't seems to do so well in the recycling department: bottle water was available on the premises (only fruit punch and lemonade were available in kegs); I mean, this is the
Tap Water Company, it's they business to supply clean tap water; I didn't check where the bottle water was coming from, but I would guess the Catering company. The funny thing was that at the sign-up, one receive a nice red reusable biodegradable water bottle, but then there was only one water fountain I could see where you could fill your bottle. None of the plastic bottles were recycled as far as I could tell (they ended up in the big trash bins). Of course I kept mine and Tim's in our backpack; yes, I came home with four empty plastic bottles. I told Tim I'd write a letter to WSSC about this, but he thinks it's not such a good idea, as he's the resident troublemaker there.
In spite of all this, among the exhibit tents at the picnic there was the Recycle tent from Montgomery County. They had
all this info about how to recycle, compost, and, best of all, they had composting bins -for free - for any MC resident. I begged my way in getting two bins for us from the nice woman Ana manning the tent. It was really funny riding home with the bins (rolled up, about 3 feet long ) in the saddle bags. I almost lost them when Tim accelerated after a traffic light and the zipper of the bag just flew open. But, hey, I held on to my bins and made it home safely. Now we only have to assemble them and start piling compostable stuff in there.
top of the list), but I love the taste and I have such fond memories of cherry picking as a child at my grandparents' farm in Romania. So I guess what I love most is cherry picking. Any picking for that matter. The nest kind is the one in the woods, while hiking, when you find wild raspberries or blueberries and blackberries, edible stuff. Or when you walk down the street and see an mulberry tree with ripe berries on the branches that you just pluck and pop into your mouth. Yummm! Or when you kayak on a sound in Orca's Island (Pacific Northwest) and you come upon an abandoned oyster farm at low tide and y
ou harvest your own oysters (which you then have for dinner cooked on a camp stove in hard cider and/or beer).
Anyway, this past Saturday we wend to Larriland (again) and picked tart cherries, red raspberries, blueberries and probably the last strawberries of the season. It was a hot afternoon, but great day for riding the motorcycle to the farm. Sill, one gets to appreciate why fruits like these cost so much at the market. And they should be expensive. It goes for veggies too. Just try to grow your own veggies and you'll realize how long and how much work it takes to grow a tomato ( a fruit, I know, but bear with me!) or a green pepper. Then the prices at the farmers' market will seem quite reasonable.
We combined this trip to the farm with the WSSC company picnic. It was fun, we has some grilled/barbecued standard fare, bot much in the way of vegetarian options. And I learned a few things, like the fact that WSSC has a wind farm in Pennsylvania! They don't seems to do so well in the recycling department: bottle water was available on the premises (only fruit punch and lemonade were available in kegs); I mean, this is the Tap Water Company, it's they business to supply clean tap water; I didn't check where the bottle water was coming from, but I would guess the Catering company. The funny thing was that at the sign-up, one receive a nice red reusable biodegradable water bottle, but then there was only one water fountain I could see where you could fill your bottle. None of the plastic bottles were recycled as far as I could tell (they ended up in the big trash bins). Of course I kept mine and Tim's in our backpack; yes, I came home with four empty plastic bottles. I told Tim I'd write a letter to WSSC about this, but he thinks it's not such a good idea, as he's the resident troublemaker there.
In spite of all this, among the exhibit tents at the picnic there was the Recycle tent from Montgomery County. They had
all this info about how to recycle, compost, and, best of all, they had composting bins -for free - for any MC resident. I begged my way in getting two bins for us from the nice woman Ana manning the tent. It was really funny riding home with the bins (rolled up, about 3 feet long ) in the saddle bags. I almost lost them when Tim accelerated after a traffic light and the zipper of the bag just flew open. But, hey, I held on to my bins and made it home safely. Now we only have to assemble them and start piling compostable stuff in there.
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