My older son, Joe, and his family, along with me and my wife, Josie, like to shop for produce directly from farms whenever we can. It’s not something we can do as often as we would like, and we’re also at the whims of the growing seasons.
Joe and his family have picked fruit at farms for at least for eight months before Josie and I arrived from Hawaii. This is the first time we were able to accompany them, and it was to a different farm this time, closer than the ones they’ve gone to before.
They have a website, Larriland Farm, which contains a lot of information about what can be harvested and when. It also contains a lot of recipes for the fruit and vegetables they grow. They have various fields sectioned off on the farm, and they have a market near the entrance.
We only picked blueberries and strawberries today. It’s the end of the growing season for strawberries, so we couldn’t get many large ones. We were competing with other people, at least a hundred, in picking the best fruit. It was too warm to spend more than a couple of hours picking today.
We are planning to return to this farm as often as possible. It could be as early as this coming week or next weekend. We want to get cherries and kale. Someday, we’ll return for apples and other fruit.
But it’s not inexpensive either. We ended up spending at least a hundred dollars. The crops are charged by the container, not by the pound. The containers have to be bought at each field. There are several sizes, and the size of the container determines how many people can enter each field. No containers from outside the farm can be used.
I’m sure we’ll finish off the blueberries and strawberries well before they become inedible. Joe’s going to be making fruit smoothies and shakes this evening.
I know I’ve mentioned it elsewhere, but I picked pineapples in Hawaii in the 1970s. It was at an abandoned pineapple plantation. Josie and I picked strawberries at a farm in North Carolina in the late 1980s. I wish we had opportunities to pick more fruit and vegetables from other farms, but we didn’t. We haven’t had a single opportunity while living in the Philippines, off and on, for nearly 15 years.
We have fruit trees around where we live in Maryland today. My daughter-in-law, Cathy, was shaking mulberries from a mulberry tree in the backyard last week. My other daughter-in-law, Diann, used them as toppings for some bread-like snacks (I don’t remember if they were muffins or bagels or something else). They kind of look like small raspberries, but a different color.
Josie grows sweet potatoes in the backyard of our house in the Philippines, when we’re there. She eats the sprouts, not the sweet potatoes themselves, and they’re called talbos ng kamote in Tagalog. When we return, we plan to grow other things as well.