DH and I just got back from California. We drove out to the San Joaquin Valley to visit with my Mother. The best, as well as the worst time of the year to go is early Summer, when the fresh fruits are bountiful.
For years my husband would ask me, “Why don’t I ever see you eating fruit?” Well, when you’ve spent a good number of your Summers in “The Food Basket of the World” , where you can pick our own tree/vine/bush ripened produce, sit own your Great Grandmother’s back stoop and eat a still warm from the Sun piece of fruit, you’re spoiled for life. I always have had a hard time eating “store bought” fruit with no taste, no heady fragrance, no juices running down your arm, I mean, come on man!
REALLY!! How delicious does that look?
That’s a flat of Peaches and Nectarines, we figure probably about 20 pounds. Two pounds of Cherries, 3 quarts of the biggest, red-est Strawberries I’ve seen in a long time; we also got 2 pints each of Blueberries and Blackberries. All are so sweet and juicy, they taste the way that they should. My husband kept whispering in my ear, “That’s enough now, don’t buy too much.”
Mom and her best-est friend from childhood, took us around to the different orchards. Of course they each had know the families that own the fields for three generations. There’s no street signs, so if you didn’t know where you were going, you’d be SO LOST! This rural farm lands.
On our car trip home, our car smelled like heaven!
We do plan on sharing our bounty with others, like Mr&Mrs Dear Friend’s as well as our favorite neighbor.