Orchard Fresh Blog

  • August 25, 2011

    A Wild Way to Pick Berries

    Picking fruit is truly Edenic. Picking fruit in the wild brings it to a whole new level. Ever since I was a kid growing up on a 17-acre horse farm surrounded by the same woods that back up to the orchard, I've picked my fair share of wild berries. I even remember finding a cherry tree in the woods and picking enough berries to bake a pie! Usually though, I wasn't as determined to keep my forages and consumed most of what I picked before it made it to my bucket. This summer, I set out to pick as much fruit (wild or domesticated) as I could with a plan to preserve it for later use. My husband recently started asking for fresh fruit juice in his lunch, so I've been picking, juicing and then freezing about as much fruit as I possibly have the time to pick!

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  • August 19, 2011

    Lessons from the Garden

    A friend of mine says that if you visit Vermont in July, you have to lock your car, not because people will steal things but because they will fill your car with zucchini.  She promises she isn't joking. When I started gardening this year, I was worried because only one of the zucchini seedlings I planted actually survived.  A relative told me, "That's probably all you'll need."  She was right. In July, I returned home from a four-day vacation to find a zucchini practically the size of a tuba.

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  • August 11, 2011

    Just Peachy Baked Oatmeal

    Peach season is in full swing here at our orchard. I love going for evening golf cart rides through the peach trees and taking a deep breath. You can actually smell the peaches growing on the trees!

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  • August 4, 2011

    The Intricate Flavor of the Simple Life

    By Rebecca Talbot

    Lynn Burkholder is used to improvising.  Until he was fourteen, he lived as a missionary kid on an Indian Reservation in Northwest Ontario.  His wife, Lynne, paints a picture of a Little House on the Prairie kind of childhood: the family hunted for food and heated their water with wood fires.  The spot was so remote that there was no access by road and an airplane delivered their mail.

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