Wednesday, July 29, 2009
I grew up on a small little farm in the state of New York. We had apple trees and peach trees and plums and cherries and berries and currants and rhubarb. They had all been planted by someone, but by the time I came around they just were sort of there. I loved eating anything that I could get my hands on. We made black cap (black raspberries to some) shortcake and rhubarb crisp and elderberry pie. And my grandfather had made a neat little tool out of a lacrosse stick a V of metal and a broom handle that we used to pull down the ripe plums and peaches that were out of reach. He was a crafty guy. Needless to say I still have a great fondness for all things fresh and off random trees, bushes, etc. This may be one of my favorite parts of Germany. Not all the fruit trees are "claimed." There is a whole row of plum trees on a path near our home that isn't harvested by anyone. They are up for grabs. And I am only to willing to grab them. Mind you they aren't giant like store plums, closer instead to the size of a large cherry, the are nonetheless DELICIOUS! If you ever have a chance to eat some...DO IT! I leave you with the fruits of my labor. Not all the fruits. Just some of them actually. Lol.