It is good to know people with fruit trees. I, for example, am lovingly raising two fig trees and a dwarf pomegranate on my property. In a couple of years, I will be a very handy person to know. When an entire mature-tree’s worth of fruit comes ripe all at once, the owner of said [...]
Read More»As with so many of the precious perishables, my biggest concern in dealing with my massive berry booty was to avoid waste and spoilage. More than half of the haul went into the jam pot, and quite a few were eaten fresh with cereal or baked into a delicious cobbler. As for the rest – [...]
Read More»In an undergraduate class at Portland State, straightforwardly titled Persuasion, I formally learned that scarcity makes things more desirable: eclipses of the sun and moon, real Love, Mason Jennings’ acoustic album, Simple Life. For me, more pressing than astronomical events eternally playing hard-to-get, however, are the Fruits of Summer: the berries, the stone fruits, the [...]
Read More»I have been to a river. Annually, my family meets somewhere between Eugene and Portland – my folks take a few days to drive and my brother tucks away his projects in Brooklyn and arrives by plane. We end up in two suites at a certain bed and breakfast on the McKenzie River in Vida, [...]
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