Thursday, June 28, 2007
I'm visiting the Pacific Northwest. I'm freezing my gazoobies in this 68 degree weather. I'm sitting in my brother's place, wearing a jacket indoors. But I'm thinking, "Oooooh, this is good, keeping warm burns extra calories!"
We went to the supermarket. I live in a place with limited supplies, small stores, and produce takes forever to get shipped in. In Seattle, the produce is abundant. Beyond abundant. A plethora of fruit. A surfeit of berries. And the cherries!
I bought a bag of cherries. Each one is the size of a big cherry tomato. They are dark and sweet and juicy and fabulous. I could eat that 2.5 lb bag in one sitting. I'd be miserable the next day, but I could easily do it.
Who needs vegs when you have cherries like that? And fresh nectarines and peaches. Oh, and it's strawberry season, I adore strawberries, I'm allowing myself one strawberry shortcake on this visit, at a restaurant we call "the pie place" because their sign has a big slice of pie, seen from the interstate. I crave their strawberry shortcake, which comes in a huge oval dish and is too big to finish and I eat as much as I can and have this as the whole meal and it's still to big to finish. That's the way strawberry shortcake should be.
The friend I'll go stay with later in the week always buys a flat of cherries. Then we make cherry clafoutis, and we spend hours pitting cherries so she can dry them for the camping trips she and her husband will take during the year. And I eat about 1 out of 4 cherries as I pit them - this year I'll keep count.
And the raspberries and blackberries and blueberries and wild huckleberries. ...... I went for a long walk yesterday, on the trail along the Sammamish River - and I kept noticing the blackberry bushes were still in bloom, which meant there were no wild berries to pick along my way. No berries on the walk. Sigh. It's such a joy to take a walk and munch wild berries along the way.
So I'll continue with my cherry & berry dreaming.