We are in the middle of harvest season. Farmer's Markets abound!
Produce of all kinds is at its peak!
I dislike summer but I love the products of the season.
My blogging friend at The Feathered Nest shared a berry picking story from her childhood! It was charming.
It triggered two berry picking memories of my own - one which was charming and one which I try to forget - apparently unsuccessfully.
The charming one first!
The county where I live used to be more rural 30+ years ago. There were many farms where you could pick your own fruit: peaches, strawberries, blueberries.
One of most favorite memories and pictures is one of my daughter dressed in white as a 4 year old. She went strawberry picking with her mom and picked her way down a row of strawberry plants, eating with gusto.
Dressed in white!
What was I thinking when I dressed her in white?
She had a good time, though.
My second story is not so cute. In the '80s my mom and I decided to go blueberry picking. Blueberries are one of my most favorite fruits. The bushes were chock full of blueberries - and there were a lot of Japanese beetles that year as well. I remember they were all over the berry bushes and flying around us as we picked. They were also in my yard. It was a terrible year for Japanese beetles. We had beetle traps set up everywhere to reduce the onslaught of these destructive bugs.
But I was not deterred on that berry picking day. I ignore the pesky beetles. I just kept picking and picking until we had picked everything we wanted. We paid for our purchase and went home. That afternoon I decided to nibble on my haul of blueberries - right out of the bag I brought them home in. They weren't washed, but I didn't care. It was no different than eating the berries right off the bush while you were picking, and I had already done that. They were tasty.
While I nibbled I watched some TV. Once in awhile I noticed that some berries were crunchy. I was engrossed in the TV show and didn't stop nibbling. At some point I looked in the bag to see how many were left ... and I noticed that some hitch hiker Japanese beetles had made the trip home.
And then I remember the crunch!
Yes, I had definitely eaten a few of those beetles. Gross, gross, gross. Even to this day, if I think of that thought while eating, I want to spit out everything in my mouth.
I still love blueberries, but I can't help from remembering that incident every time I eat them.