Wandering Aimlessly

Steve and I went to Fresno this weekend to visit his family. It happened to be the weekend of the Stone Fruit Jubilee, which was held at a local farm that specializes in, well, stone fruit. We got to see Steve's mom play cello in her string octet, and then further enjoyed a couple celtic music groups. There were booths offering foods incorporating stone fruit--we had a pulled-pork-and-peach sandwich, egg rolls with plum sauce, a nectarine-and-cream popsicle, and plout crumb pie, along with lemongrass-mint lemonade (not stone fruit, but organic, which was the other theme). Then, you could sample fruit from several growers, and buy a bag for either $5 or $10 and fill it with whatever fruit you liked best, straight from the farmers. It was really neat!

There was also a tea ceremony, jam-making demonstrations, and a few other programs we didn't make it over to the presentation tent to check out.

And then, more fruit! In the year-plus I was dating Steve while he lived at his old place, I never once consumed an orange from the orange trees growing in his backyard. When he finished cleaning the place after moving out, he picked two giant bags of oranges and brought them back here. They're juice oranges, so last night, we squeezed over a hundred (Gen's estimate is 108) oranges into orange juice.

See?

This is only about half the oranges we squeezed.

The finished product. Yum!