Blessed are you, our Sovereign God, Creator of the Universe, who brings forth fruit from the earth.
A different kind of road apple
Monday, October 17, 2005
The Apples of My Eye
Inspired by a post on Feminary about gleaning fruit, I took Mom and the dog on a leaf-peeping/apple-hunting excursion around our county yesterday afternoon...sampling wild apples growing along the side of the road. It has been a fantastic growing season for all kinds of fruit, and even the neglected "volunteer" roadside trees -- perhaps the products of a farmer's or schoolkid's discarded core lobbed over the fence many years ago -- are bent over with apples. Some of the trees were next to farm fields, or even at the edge of wooded areas; one tree grew in front of a long-abandoned township hall building. When we got home we had a little tasting party, and some of these were very good...the little ones you see in the photo below were especially tasty. I would hope that some of our financially hurting families in the area -- and there are many -- might avail themselves of some of this free bounty.
Blessed are you, our Sovereign God, Creator of the Universe, who brings forth fruit from the earth.
A different kind of road apple
Blessed are you, our Sovereign God, Creator of the Universe, who brings forth fruit from the earth.
A different kind of road apple
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On holiday in Greece one year, we came across a ruined cottage, with fig and pomegranite trees loaded with fruit. We were very dry and thirsty, so we enjoyed them very much, as did a old sheep that followed us around!
They tasted much better than anything we could buy!
What did you do with your apples, LC? Were they good enough to eat? Or did they need cooking?
Nicodemia: So you too have experienced the delight of "found fruit.";-)
I've yet to try two of these...three samples were quite good for out-of-hand eating, and the third (the big brown-speckled red apple at the top left of my assortment in the photograph)was absolutely inedible -- simultaneously puckery-sour and tasteless. I doubt cooking would have improved it one bit. The light-colored small apples were sweet; the dark one in the middle had an intriguing, complex flavor.
People who press their own cider tell me they like to include some of these "unknown quantity" wild apples into their mix because they add depth and character to the sometimes insipid flavor of popular cultivars like Macintosh.
I'm going back.;-) Food combined with intrigue and novelty and frugality -- you've gotta love it!
Picking the gleanings, as it were. Would that we in our modern world would remember God's admonition to the Israelites to not pick the edge of their fields, or pick them twice, leaving what remains to be picked by those who most need it.
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