I bought this box of oranges last October, when I was driving around farm country just north of Los Angeles. I made a crazy u-turn to pull into a roadside farm stand on a whim; it was selling oranges right in front on the field where they were grown.
Tables were stacked with cardboard boxes, filled with oranges sorted by size and quality, with a price corresponding to each. I stopped a clerk, and pointed to one of the boxes, asked if oranges could be priced by the pound. I was only in California for the week, and I was flying home, so a crate of oranges wasn’t practical for me.
The clerk looked at me and blinked. “The box is $3.” she said bluntly.
“Alright then!” I replied. “I guess I’ll be taking a box!”
The crate of oranges lived in the trunk of my rental car for the rest of my trip; armfuls of oranges were distributed to friends I met up with on my travels. These perfect oranges were a novelty to me, electrifying my taste buds as I slurped them down, covering myself in their sweet sticky juices. I proudly presented them to my California friends as though they were some rare treasure; they blinked and took them with a shrug.
I felt justified in a San Francisco green market, when a chatty farmer commented that her father would take business trips to New York every fall. He’d stuff his suitcase full of apples to haul home and share with his family.
A glass-like maple brittle.
The warming weather means the end of maple sugaring season. It’s not a sad thing, it just means it’s time to enjoy the spoils!
I’m experimenting with a recipe for Maple Sugar Brittle for an upcoming family event at the New-York Historical Society. Now through August 2014 they have an exhibit up called Homefront & Battlefield: Quilts & Context in the Civil War. The…
Ice cream sandwiches being born.
The Irwindale City Council has voted unanimously to declare the spicy smell of Sriracha hot sauce production a public nuisance.
I want to take a moment and point out the Irwindale City Council’s history of corruption:
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Barrel of 700 year old poop. Yes, it’s real, and it smells just like that day it was born.
"Spinning Sugar," from Mrs. A. B. Marshall’s Larger Cookery Book of Extra Recipes By Agnes B. Marshall